“When does your mother take the cake from the oven?” he asked, with a funny wink, looking at his watch.
“When it’s done,” replied the little rabbit.
“I’ll sit here and wait,” said the big Circus Elephant. So the little bunny hopped into the Old Bramble Patch and around to the back door of the little white bungalow.
Dear me, I almost forgot to say that Lady Love, the little bunny’s pretty mother, was baking angel cake that particular day.
Pretty soon the little rabbit hopped back to his big kind friend with a piece of cake almost as big as a soda cracker.
“Dear, dear,” cried the disappointed circus animal, “this may be enough for a rabbit but, goodness me! and dearest you! it isn’t a swallow for me!”
Just then down swooped Hungry Hawk.
“I’ll go back for another piece,” said the little bunny, and away he hopped up the little path and around to the kitchen door. But, oh, dear me! If only he had not stopped to speak to Timmie Meadowmouse. Just then down swooped Hungry Hawk. Into an old hollow log slipped the little mouse, but before the poor little rabbit could hide this cruel bird robber picked him up in his claws and flew away toward the Shady Forest.
“Help, help!” shouted Little Jack Rabbit.