"Ha, ha!" growled Mr. Wicked Wolf as he looked at the little rabbits. "Which one shall I eat, for they both look sweet, dressed in their pretty fur habits."
"You won't eat either one of us," said Little Jack Rabbit, taking his popgun from his knapsack. "Do you remember what happened to your brother when he tried to kill little Red Riding Hood?"
"Never mind," replied the big beast, creeping toward the Bunnymobile, "I've learned a lot about fighting since that time." And he crept still closer. But the little rabbit never winked an eyelash; he just waited till the wicked animal was close enough to shoot off his left ear.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear! I've lost an ear
What shall I ever do?
I never thought I would be caught
And made to look so queer."
And that unhappy wolf turned tail and ran away.
"Well, that was a narrow escape," said the old gentleman rabbit. "I don't feel much like sightseeing. Let's turn the Bunnymobile around and get away from here. This old wolf might come back with his brother."
So off they went, and by and by whom should they meet but Prof. Jim Crow sitting on a fence.
"Goodness me!" exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit, "he looks just like that naughty bird who when
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
Hopped along the clothesline
And nipped off her nose."
"But you know I'm not that bird," he answered, flapping his wings. "It was a cousin of mine. Will you give me a ride in your Bunnymobile? I'll tell you something nice if you do."