When I was frisky, young and gay,”
sang the old gentleman rabbit, wiping a tear from his left eye with his blue silk polkadot handkerchief. Then kissing the bride good-by, he stopped for a moment to hang up an old horseshoe on the front porch and then led the guests away, leaving pretty Lady Love and Mr. Rabbit to fill the little white bungalow with happiness in the years to come.
By and by a little rabbit boy came to make their dream come true. As soon as the glad news was telephoned to dear Uncle Lucky, that happy old gentleman rabbit hopped into his Luckymobile and started off as fast as a comet for the little white bungalow.
All the way over he honked the horn to bring out all the Shady Forest Folk from their tree houses and burrows.
“What’s the matter?” asked Squirrel Nutcracker from his Old Tree Lodge.
“Lady Love has a little boy rabbit!” answered Uncle Lucky.
“What’s all the noise about?” inquired Busy Beaver, swimming up to the bank of the Shady Forest Pool.
“Lady Love has a little rabbit boy!” answered Uncle Lucky.
“Stop blowing that horn!” snapped Grandmother Magpie from her perch in the tall pine tree.
“Not for a minute,” shouted back dear Uncle Lucky. “Lady Love has a little boy rabbit.”