"Oh, thank you!" chattered the gray squirrel as he began nibbling the sweet meat and casting aside the bits of broken shell.
Racky cracked several more nuts for the little chap, who then scampered out of the cave. The rocker was wishing the rain would stop, so he could travel on, when a white animal, larger than the squirrel, came hopping in, carrying in her paws a tiny, furry creature.
"Hush now! Go to sleep. Rock-a-bye-baby!" crooned the mother rabbit, for that is what this new animal was. "Go to sleep, my dear!"
"I don't want to go to sleep! I'm not sleepy!" whined the baby rabbit. "I'm going to stay awake for ever!"
"Oh, what is mother going to do with you?" sighed the grown-up rabbit. "Please go to sleep!"
"No! No!" whined the baby rabbit.
Racky felt sorry for the mother bunny, who looked so tired out and bedraggled from the rain.
"If you will put your little baby girl rabbit up on my soft cushions I will rock her to sleep," kindly offered the chair.
"Oh, that is so good of you," said the mother rabbit.
"But I'm not going to sleep!" whined the cross, peevish little bunny.