“Yes, and worse.”
Then Spotted Tail told him the stories of the gravel pit, and of the many times young rabbits had been caught there.
“It should have been filled in, then, before this,” said Bumper. “When I get home I’ll give orders to have it filled up.”
“That would be a good idea. But the important question now is, How are you going to get out?”
“How are you going to get out?” asked Bumper, smiling.
“That doesn’t matter so much if I can get you out.”
“You couldn’t jump to the top?”
“No, no rabbit could—not even you, Bumper.”
“And if we stay here we’ll starve?”
“Unless Mr. Fox happens to discover us, and eats us up. He’s big enough to scramble down here and out again.”