“I’ll hurry,” answered the little rabbit boy, and in less than a jiffy he had combed his hair down the middle of his back, washed his paws and repeated the little verse that Lady Love, his pretty bunny mother, had taught him:
“Every day in every way, I grow better and better.”
After that he and his big appetite hopped into the dining room. There stood dear Uncle John Hare, looking over the Turnip City News.
“Well, how did you sleep?” he asked, gazing up over his spectacles.
“Tip top,” replied his small bunny nephew. “I never heard a thing until the Big Red Rooster went ‘cock-a-doodle-do’ on his little tin horn. I guess he woke me up.”
“I imagine so,” replied the old gentleman bunny, with a twinkle in his eye. “My, but you were tired last night after your long ride. Let’s see what Mrs. Daisy Duck has for us.”
Then down sat the two little rabbits as the nice old lady duck waddled in with carrot coffee, clover cereal and buckwheat cakes covered with pink lollypop syrup. Oh, me, oh, my! wasn’t the breakfast good! Well I guess yes three times and maybe four.
Just then somebody knocked on the door, one, two, three, bingo!
“Who’s that, I wonder?” exclaimed Uncle John Hare.
“I’ll see,” answered Mrs. Daisy Duck. “You go on with your breakfast. Most likely it’s the gas man with a bill.”