“Please don’t take everything we have,” cried Uncle Lucky, tearfully.
“Give us back our marbles,” begged Uncle John Hare, with a sob.
“No, I want to take them home to my little kittens,” answered Mrs. Wild Cat, reaching out her paw for the lollypop.
“Wait just a minute, the stick has come out,” begged Uncle Lucky, leaning over to pick up the candy part. All of a sudden, just like that, he struck out with his strong hind feet, throwing the loose dirt into Mrs. Wild Cat’s eyes, and before she could open them the little rabbits had hopped into a hollow stump.
“Meow, meow! Just wait till I wipe my eyes. I’ll show you what I’ll do,” Mrs. Wild Cat screamed.
But, wasn’t it lucky? by that time the two little bunnies had found a tunnel leading away from the hollow stump. On and on they hopped until by and by, after a while, they found themselves out on the Sunny Meadow.
“Whew, I’m glad to be rid of that dreadful cat,” exclaimed Uncle Lucky.
“So am I,” said Uncle John Hare. “But, dear me! we’ve lost our marbles!”
Just then who should come along but Sic’em, the farmer’s dog. Of course in those days, when Uncle Lucky was a little boy and Uncle John Hare only a week older, Sic’em was a young dog. Oh, my, yes! And could run so fast that often his shadow was left a mile behind him!
“Bow, wow, now I’ll catch you two little rabbits,” he barked, when—wasn’t it a relief? the old gentleman rabbit woke up with a start to find that he had been dreaming. But he didn’t see the Dream Fairy as she flew out of the window. No, siree! Dear Uncle Lucky was hardly wide awake enough for that!