"Pooh! Deer are very nice creatures indeed," said the bird. "I used to know one, and I used to perch on his horns. But what I stopped to ask you about was whether you know of a nice nest which I could rent for this spring. You see, I have come up from the South a little earlier than usual, and I can't find the nest I had last year. It was in a little wooden house that a nice man built for me, but the wind has blown it down. I didn't know but what you might have seen a little nest somewhere."
"No," said Sammie, "I haven't. I am very sorry."
"So am I," went on the little brown bird. "But I must tell you my name. I am Mrs. Wren."
"Oh, I have heard about you," said the little rabbit.
"Are you sure you don't know of a nest about here?" she asked anxiously. "I don't want to fly all the way back down South. Suppose you go home and ask your mother."
"I will," said Sammie. "Don't you want to come, too?"
"Yes, I think I will. Oh, dear! I'm quite hungry. I declare, I had such an early breakfast, I'm almost starved."
"I know my mother will give you something to eat," said Sammie politely, "that is, if you like cabbage, carrots and such things."
"Oh, yes, almost anything will do. Now, you go ahead, and I will follow."
So Sammie Littletail bounced on along the ground, and Mrs. Wren flew along overhead.