“Good morning,” said the little bunny boy.
“I hope you’re well,” cried Timmie Meadowmouse.
“It’s a lovely day,” chimed in Chippy Chipmunk.
“What were you saying about flying?” asked Grandmother Magpie, with a toss of her head.
“Dear me, I’ve forgotten,” sighed Little Jack Rabbit. “I was so happy a minute ago and now I’ve forgotten what made me so.”
“You haven’t answered my question,” went on Grandmother Magpie, sometimes called Old Mother Mischief because she is always interfering in other people’s business.
“Mother told me not to answer your questions,” replied Little Jack Rabbit.
“What?” almost screamed Grandmother Magpie.
“Yes, she did,” went on the little bunny boy rabbit, brave as a lion,—a little lion, of course,—not a great big one. “She said you meddled too much with every one’s affairs.”
“Oh, she did, did she?” snapped old lady blackbird, and without another word she flew away.