“Oh, yes, he’s gone. He’s flown away. Maybe he’s home by this time,” answered Billy Breeze.
Teddy Turtle waited a few minutes longer, then swam boldly down the Bubbling Brook towards the Shady Forest. “Dear me, it’s a long way to Busy Beaver’s home, but I’ll be safe there, I know.”
BUNNY TALE 25
LUCKYMOBILING
Heigh ho, how the winds blow
This cool November day.
The leaves are turning yellow and red
And the clouds are scurrying overhead
Like little ships out on the bay.
“That’s a beautiful poem,” thought Uncle Lucky, looking up from his morning paper as Reddy Comb, the rooster newsboy, strutted away.
Just then Little Jack Rabbit came hopping up the path.