At that moment he heard a sound.
"Wow! bow, wow, wow!" barked some dog, a little way off.
The Hare jumped up again, and flew off as quick as his legs would carry him. After running some distance, he sat down again, but this time he found neither forms nor ceremonies.
But he found something that was better. A gun and a sportsman's bag were lying near, and he eyed them.
"I wonder if that gun would go off if I touched it!" he said to himself.
He walked round and round it, and then cautiously pawed it. No: it didn't seem to have the least idea of going off.
Then he lifted it up, and grew quite bold.
"I wonder if I could shoot anything?" thought he.
He aimed at a bird, and brought it down.
