“I have few friends in the wintertime,” sighed Little Jack Rabbit. “Timmie Chipmunk is fast asleep in his little warm house. So is Woody Chuck. And Granddaddy Bullfrog and Teddy Turtle are dreaming away in the soft warm mud at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond. I’ll be glad when warm weather comes.”
Just then who should pop out of his little snow tunnel, for by this time the little rabbit was on the Sunny Meadow, but Timmie Meadowmouse. He wasn’t afraid of little bunnies, you know, nor squirrels, nor chipmunks, but always kept his eyes open for Danny Fox, and Old Man Weasel, who are always skulking around, or for Hungry Hawk, who is often flying up in the sky.
“I’ve been playing hide and seek all day,” laughed Timmie Meadowmouse.
“Who with?” inquired Little Jack Rabbit anxiously, wiggling his little pink nose to catch the first scent of danger.
“Oh, with Danny Fox,” replied the little meadowmouse. “But, you see, he didn’t catch me.”
“Don’t be too sure all the time.
Some day you’ll regret it;
Danger comes so suddenly,
Watch and don’t forget it,”
sang Charlie Chickadee.