Oh, nobody loves you, Danny Fox,
As you sneak around in your woolen socks.”
“What’s all this noise about?” asked Uncle Lucky, looking out of the window. But when he saw Danny Fox he closed it mighty quick, let me tell you.
Dear me, I was dreadfully afraid as Uncle Lucky closed the window that Danny Fox would catch the Old Red Rooster. But he didn’t. No, siree and a no, sireeman! His foot was too sore, so he limped away, saying with an angry snarl, “You just wait. Some day you’ll pay for the fun you’ve had with me,” which made the Old Red Rooster grow so pale with fear that when Uncle Lucky peeked out for the third time he thought a strange white rooster in his front yard was raking up the fallen leaves.
No sooner was Danny Fox out of sight than Uncle Lucky hopped down to breakfast.
“Goodness me, this is a dull saw!”
“Maybe you’d better tell the Old Red Rooster to saw the wood. We’ll soon need an open fire in the sitting room,” said dear Uncle Lucky to Little Miss Mousie.
“Goodness me, this is a dull saw!” sighed the lazy old fowl, looking up at the old gentleman bunny’s pretty mouse housekeeper.
All of a sudden there came a loud knocking. Laying aside the morning paper and carefully placing his spectacles on the table, the old gentleman bunny slipped his feet into a pair of old carpet slippers and opened the door. Who do you suppose was standing on the little porch? Why, Little Jack Rabbit, of course. He had come all the way from the Old Bramble Patch to see his dear kind Uncle Lucky, who had given him a gold watch and chain you remember some three hundred and umpty-’leven stories ago in one of the Little Jack Rabbit Books.