“Help, help!” shouted the old gentleman bunny, “help, help, give me a club!”
“I’ll look out for you,” answered the Old Brown Horse. Kicking out his left hind leg, he hit Old Man Weasel such a whack that the old sneak flew over the white picket fence like a baseball from the bat of Babe Ruth.
“That’s a home run for him,” laughed the Old Brown Horse, watching Old Man Weasel spinning over the treetop; “when he comes down he’ll land in the kitchen and surprise his wife.”
“Dearest me!” sighed poor frightened Uncle Lucky. “You did me a good turn.”
“Don’t mention it,” answered the Old Brown Horse. “Glad to get a whack at that old thief. Maybe now he’ll stay home for a while.”
“I’ll soon be out at the old Bramble Patch”
BUNNY TALE 21
PHOTOGRAPHER CRANE
“One, two, three, Turkey Lane,
Is this Mr. Photographer Crane?