Most often something there you’ll find
To give you a contented mind.
You see, we often grow tired of the same old thing. Our roller skates are put aside, our bat and ball don’t interest us; we don’t wish to even run about and look for a good time. And that’s just the way Little Jack Rabbit felt. So, what did he do? Well, he didn’t do anything till Lady Love, his patient bunny rabbit mother, suggested that he read a book.
“What shall I read?” he asked, wiggling his little pink nose as much as to say, “I’d rather eat a lollypop.” But his mother didn’t notice his twinkling nose,—or, if she did, she merely overlooked it.
“Yes, why don’t you read a book,” she repeated. “Books are like friends, sometimes they teach us things, sometimes they amuse us, and sometimes——”
She had no need to finish her sentence, for the little rabbit boy had hopped over to the bookshelf.
After looking over the row of pretty books he picked out one that was called:
“Bunny Boy’s Cracker Animals.”
“That sounds interesting,” said the little rabbit boy to himself, and, hopping into a chair, he began to read:
“Once upon a time there lived a Bunny Boy Rabbit who had a little knapsack in which he kept animal crackers. Now this little bunny boy was so fond of his cracker animals that he never could bear to bite off a head or an ear, or a trunk or a tail. By and by his knapsack became so full that it could hold no more. And then something happened. As he hopped along one day he thought to himself, ‘What a racket those Animal Crackers are making in my knapsack. Maybe they are trying to get out.’