Mr. Bunnikins climbed into his fine silk hammock, stretched himself out lazily, and was drowsily thinking how comfortable he was, when suddenly he felt a sharp sting in one of his soft paws.
“Mosquitoes!” he growled, as he drew his legs up under him, and made himself into as small a bunch as possible.
“Bzz,” “Bzz,”—and a sting on the end of his long silky ear.
“Bzz,” “Bzz,”—another sting on the tip of his small pink nose.
Poor Mr. Bunnikins twisted and turned, trying to forget the mosquitoes, and go to sleep; but it was of no use. When morning came, and the mosquitoes went, they left in the hammock a very tired and cross gentleman rabbit. He told Mrs. Bunnikins that he had had too much of camp-life and was going home as soon as he had eaten his breakfast.
“No, no, my dear,” said his gentle little wife, “you must not do that. I have plenty of mosquito-netting, and I can easily make you perfectly comfortable.”
At first Mr. Bunnikins utterly refused to stay, but finally his friend Gray-Squirrel persuaded him to try one more night, and if the mosquitoes still bothered him, they all promised to go home with him the following morning.
