“I don’t need one—I’ve my dear old wedding stovepipe hat,” answered the old gentleman rabbit, hopping out of the Luckymobile.
“Who’ll be the judge?” asked the Big Brown Bear.
“Not me,” said the Yellow Dog Tramp, although he should have said, “Not I.” But school is over and the teacher is away, so we’ll let it go this once.
“I’ll be the judge,” said the Old Fat Bumble Bee. “I’ll be Timekeeper, too, for I have a little gold watch.”
By this time the Kangaroo and dear Uncle Lucky were all ready for the race. The old gentleman bunny was twenty-two hops in front of the Kangaroo and the course was over to a big rock and back to the Luckymobile.
“You start them off,” said the Old Fat Bumble Bee, to the Yellow Dog Tramp.
“All right,” answered the obliging dog, commencing to count.
“One, two, three,—go!”
Away went dear Uncle Lucky across the meadow and after him the great long-legged Kangaroo. Just one of his jumps was equal to three and a half of the rabbit bunny man.
“Hurry up! Uncle Lucky!” shouted the Big Brown Bear.