“Let’s make a call on somebody,” suddenly suggested the old gentleman bunny.
“All right, but not on Grandmother Magpie,” answered the bunny boy, climbing into the Luckymobile.
“No, indeed,” replied kind Uncle Lucky. “She’s too meddlesome.”
Quickly turning down a road leading away from the Shady Forest, in which the old lady magpie had her home, they soon came to a little log hut in a cornfield.
“I wonder who lives there,” exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit. “I never saw that little house before,” and stopping the Luckymobile, he hopped over to the little log hut to knock on the door. The next moment it was opened by their friend, the Scarecrow.
“Well, well, well,” he cried. “I’m glad to see you. Come in and sit down.”
Reddy Comb, the rooster newsboy.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” shouted Uncle Lucky to his bunny nephew.
But imagine the old gentleman rabbit’s surprise to find Turkey Tim in the little log hut.