“Good-by!” called out the little bunny boy, hopping home to the warm little bungalow in the Old Bramble Patch.
The next morning the Sunny Meadow was as white as Lady Love’s best tablecloth and just as smooth, for it had snowed all night, the snowflakes falling so softly that no one had even dreamed of what was happening.
After breakfast Little Jack Rabbit pulled on his nice warm mittens.
“Don’t forget your muffler,” warned his careful mother. Then filling his knapsack with little lettuce flour cakes, she kissed him good-by.
As he hopped along he began to sing:
“Three little bunnies a-sliding went
All on a winter’s day.
The ice was thin and two fell in,
And the third one ran away.”
“That’s a fine song,” cawed Professor Crow from his Tall Pine Tree house.