“Oh, isn’t she mad,” laughed Chippy Chipmunk.
“Serves her right,” cried Timmie Meadowmouse. “She’s the most disagreeable thing in the whole Shady Forest.”
“Oh, she did, did she?”
“Don’t forget Old Man Weasel,” said Little Jack Rabbit.
“Nor Danny Fox,” chirped Bobbie Redvest. “Guess I’ll go with you.”
“Come along,” answered the little bunny boy. “I’m on my way to Cozy Cave to see the Big Brown Bear,” and away he hopped, lipperty lip, clipperty clip, up the Shady Forest Trail, in and out among the trees, through the glen and up the wooded hillside till he reached Mr. Bear’s dwelling place.
“My, but I’m tired,” sighed the little bunny boy rabbit, seating himself on the big wooden bench just outside the Cozy Cave. “I wonder where the Big Brown Bear has gone,” and he looked this way and that way, up and down, back and forth, but no big brown fur overcoat came into view.
By and by, not so very long, the little rabbit boy bunny fell asleep. At first he closed only one eye, his left eye. Then he opened it and shut his right eye. After a little he closed them both for a minute, but the next time he forgot to open them.
Dear, dear me! I hope nothing dreadful happens to Little Jack Rabbit before he wakes up.