“You can drop me off at the cornfield,” said the Scarecrow. “Turkey Tim must be lonesome by this time.”
And shortly after the two little rabbits were safe at home for the night.
BUNNY TALE 26
THE RACE
The Big Brown Bear, the Yellow Dog Tramp, and Sammy Skunk, Esq., of Sleepy Hollow, were playing pinochle in a little log cabin.
Just then who should come along in the Luckymobile but Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot, the dear old gentleman bunny rabbit.
“Honk, honk!” went his horn and “Hello, hello!” he shouted, stopping all of a sudden, just like that, quick as a wink, right in front of the little log hut. “Who’ll be the next President?” and in he hopped to shake hands with his Shady Forest friends.
“Hope you’ll be,” answered all three with a smile, for everybody likes Uncle Lucky. Oh, my, yes!
“My, but you fellows look all mussed up,” exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit.
“We couldn’t look spick and span after the fight we’ve just had with Mr. Wicked Wolf and Danny Fox,” replied the Yellow Dog Tramp. “Of course my clothes are not of the latest style nor just pressed. But to wrestle with Danny Fox would make a dress suit look like a pair of overalls,—and maybe worse.”
“Come, jump into the Luckymobile,” said the old gentleman bunny, with a kind smile. “I’ll take you all for a ride.”