“What’s the matter with you two bunnies?” asked Mrs. Wild Cat. “Come, give me a shooter.”
“Here, here’s—one!” gasped Uncle John.
“You—can—have—mine,” faltered Uncle Lucky, “I’m tired. My thumb’s sore.”
“Stuff and nonsense,” meowed Mrs. Wild Cat. “Come on and play!”
But, oh, dear me! The two poor little bunnies missed every time and as Mrs. Wild Cat won every time, pretty soon she had all the marbles, as well as Uncle Lucky’s little bag and Uncle John’s little box.
“What else have you?” asked the purring Wild Cat.
“Nothing,” answered the bunny boy rabbits, “nothing, only a piece of chocolate cake and a lollypop.”
“Give them to me,” said the purring Wild Cat!
So what could each little bunny boy do but put his hand in his pocket and slowly draw out, Uncle John, the cake, and Uncle Lucky, the lollypop.
“Ha, ha, meow!” cried Mrs. Wild Cat, “don’t they look good. I love chocolate cake and lollypops, ice cream cones and pink gumdrops.”