“Where are you going?” asked the breathless lady Pig, as the polite little rabbit latched the coach door.
“Turnip Town, m’am,” he answered, opening his knapsack to slip in his little red-striped candy cane.
“Going for a visit?” enquired the inquisitive lady Pig.
“No, m’am,” replied the little rabbit. “Just going for a candy chocolate mouse.”
“Be careful, the peppermint cat might catch it,” said the lady Pig with a squeaky chuckle.
“Dear me!” sighed the little bunny, “is she as fierce as the farmer’s black cat?”
“Not quite,” answered the talkative lady Pig.
Just then the coach stopped and in hopped Daddy Longlegs. He wore a long linen duster and carried a cotton umbrella on his arm.
“Well, I declare!” he exclaimed, “if my dear little friend isn’t on board.” And, sitting down by the little bunny, he enquired all about the folks at home.
“Mother’s well,” answered the little rabbit. “She always wears two pink roses, one on each cheek.”