“You are right, Little Miss Mousie,” answered dear Uncle Lucky, “but how do you know it’s going to rain?”
“Because,” answered the little mouse, “I heard Willie Wind say just now to the Weathercock: ‘I’m going to bring up a big black rain cloud, so put on your mackintosh and rubbers.’”
“Ha, ha!” laughed the old gentleman rabbit. “If the Weathercock puts on a mackintosh I’ll put on my bathing suit,” and funny old Uncle Lucky hopped into the sitting room to read the Bunnyville Bugle while Little Miss Mousie set the table.
“Let me in,” all of a sudden cried a little voice at the window pane.
When the old gentleman rabbit opened the window who do you suppose was outside? Why, a little white pigeon—one of Uncle Lucky’s pigeons, you know.
“I’ve got something to tell you,” she whispered, perching herself on the window sill.
“What is it?” asked the old gentleman rabbit, cocking up both his long ears and wiggling his nose sideways.
“I must get back before supper.”
“I have five little pigeons in the barn,” she answered, and with a flutter of wings she flew back to her little birds.