So the tortoise beat the hare.”
“Where did you get your wonderful little Wisdom Book?” asked Uncle Lucky, taking off his goggles and scratching his left ear with his right hind foot.
“That’s my secret,” answered the old black bird, with a smile, winking his little black eyes and curling his feathers with his beak.
“I wish I had a Wisdom Book,” went on the old gentleman rabbit. “It’s full of good things.”
“I’ll tell you,” said Professor Crow.
“I’ll tell you something since you’re so fond of my little book. I’ve written in it all the good things I’ve heard. You see, when I first bought it at the Three-in-One Cent Store, it was only full of white pages, but now it’s full of wise things,” answered the old crow, glancing up over his spectacles. All of a sudden he took out his fountain pen and shouted: “Listen! I’ve just thought of something:
“Frogs from little Tadpoles grow!”
Then with a bang he closed his book and, snapping his bill, flapped his wings and flew away, but where he went I cannot say.
“Why didn’t we ask him which road to take?” sighed the Scarecrow, looking up at the sign-post. “I don’t know anybody in Lettuce Hill and what’s the use of going to Rabbitville when you two little rabbits are here and not there. I’m sure I don’t want to go to Turnip City. My wife’s mother now lives there and for me she doesn’t care.”