And I’m on to every trick,”
sang a squeaky, buzzy voice.
“Did you hear that?” asked Lady Love.
“No, but maybe I’m getting a little deaf,” sighed dear Uncle Lucky, tucking a clean napkin under his chin and picking out a fresh lollypop.
“There goes Skeeter Peter out of the window,” shouted his small nephew bunny.
“Catch him!” cried the old gentleman rabbit, hopping over to the open window. But, oh, dear me! The Old Red Rooster, who was raking up the leaves on the lawn wasn’t quick enough, and away flew Skeeter Peter to the Old Duck Pond where Mrs. Skeeter Peter was waiting at the door of their tiny house in the long grass.
“Dear me! I’m all out of breath,” sighed dear Uncle Lucky, sitting down in the rocking chair by the open window to read the Bunnybridge Bugle. After a while he fell asleep and dreamed he was a boy again and had sent a pretty valentine to a lovely bunny girl.
BUNNY TALE 16
DANGER
“My, but it’s growing cold!”