“Please, please, don’t jerk that rope,” begged Danny Fox. “It hurts my neck.”
“Well, come along with us,” said the big circus animal, “you may help us find Little Jack Rabbit. At any rate, we’ll know where you are,” and he made the old fox join the party.
By and by, after a while, as they marched through the Shady Forest, looking here and peeking there, up and down and all around, they heard a little voice say;
“I know where Little Jack Rabbit is.”
“Where?” cried Lady Love.
“Where?” shouted Mr. Rabbit.
“Tell us quick,” cried the big Circus Elephant, holding up his ears to catch the faint whisper.
Then the little voice came again, only a little louder than before.
“Over there by the Bubbling Brook,
Where it turns and twists in the shady nook,