“Glad to see you,” cried the old gentleman bunny and leading his little nephew into the parlor, he invited him to sit down in front of the fire which was blazing merrily on the hearth this cold October day.
“Oh, the wind will soon be whistling
Around the kitchen door,
And little drafts of chilliness
Across the wooden floor
Will almost take my slippers off
And maybe bring the hopping cough,”
said the old gentleman rabbit. But he didn’t realize he was talking in poetry. Oh, my no. If he had I guess my typewriter would have pinned a red rose on the old gentleman’s coat.
“Well, what shall we do?” asked Little Jack Rabbit, being a restless little bunny who could never sit still in the same place at the same time for even a little while.
“We can take a ride in the Luckymobile,” answered Uncle Lucky.