The pistol shot and the cracking whip,
And the chariot driver’s furious clip,”
sang the Big Brown Bear.
“I’ll be looking for you,” said the little rabbit, as he hopped away to invite more of his Shady Forest friends. In a little while he came to the Forest Pool. There sat Busy Beaver on the mud roof of his little house, happy and contented, for the day was warm and bright and he had slumbered well all night.
On seeing the little rabbit, he dived into the water and swam over to the bank.
“Hello, what brings you here?” he asked, for something in the little rabbit’s manner told him there was a surprise in store.
“Give you three guesses,” laughed the little bunny. “Three guesses and then two more.”
“Danny Fox been caught?”
“No,” answered Little Jack Rabbit.
“Mr. Wicked Weasel in jail?”