The dear little bunny was hopping down the forest trail happy as could be. He didn’t know that close behind was crafty Danny Fox. No, siree! He thought he was safe enough. Why, he never had a thought of danger.
“I’ll soon be home with Mother,” he said to himself when, all of a sudden—dear, dear! Will something dreadful happen?
“Now I’ll get you!” snarled Danny Fox.
“No, not yet!” barked the Policeman Dog, swinging his club. Whack! Down it came on the old fox’s head.
“Now, run!” shouted the Policeman Dog. And maybe Little Jack Rabbit didn’t go! Why, he went so fast that he left his shadow a mile behind him!
Then back to the Station House trotted the Policeman Dog, leaving the sly fox to get home as best he could.
In a few minutes the little bunny was safe in the dear Old Bramble Patch.
“Mother dear,” he said the next morning, “can’t I have a radio outfit for my very own?”
“Call up the Three-in-One-Cent Store and find out what it will cost,” she answered.
It took the little rabbit bunny boy just a minute or three to call up