“I want a million carrot cents
And I want them mighty quick,
Just hand them to my messenger
Or he’ll hit you with my stick!”
“Dear, oh, dear!” exclaimed the poor old gentleman bunny, dropping this dreadful note on the carpet, “what shall I do?”
“Do something quick,” answered Mrs. Daisy Duck, glancing timidly over her shoulder. Indeed she had already almost twisted her long neck into a bowknot.
“Twice to the left, three to the right!”
“All right,” answered the old gentleman hare with a sigh, hopping over to a big iron safe in the corner and squatting down to turn back and forth the little silver knob. Over the door was printed in big gold letters:
“John Hare.