AND LANDED ON HIS BACK SIX FEET BELOW
He took some minutes to collect his wits, then twisted upright, and, with frightened eyes, sought guidance.
But for the woolscrap all would have been well.
Mother Rabbit was close at hand, feeding his brothers with small sprigs of green. Father Rabbit was close too. The sight of his lost wife had softened him. He purred approval. He licked the children's noses.
Assuredly the lost would have been found, but for the woolscrap. The woolscrap fluttered, wind-borne, down the slope, and Bunny Rabbit nature-taught, went after it.
It led him far.