“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” whispered Little Jack Rabbit, “let’s turn back.”
But, goodness gracious me! who was standing not far behind them, but Danny Fox!
“Worse and worse,” sighed poor dear Uncle Lucky, hopping off sideways when, all of a sudden, Old Man Weasel crept from behind a stone.
“What shall we do?” cried the poor little rabbit, all a-tremble with fright. “Won’t somebody come to help us?”
“Hurry up, little rabbit,
Quickly jump
Into that friendly old
Hollow Stump,”
whispered a little voice from the treetop. And, wasn’t it lucky? it was the Old Hollow Stump Telephone Booth.
