"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" cackled Arabella. "What you think has happened?"
"Well, I hardly am able to guess," answered the bunny gentleman. "I do hope, though, that your coop isn't on fire. You seem much excited, my dears!"
"Well, I guess you'd be excited, too, if a boy threw stones at you!" crowed Charlie. "Wouldn't you?"
"Indeed I would," admitted Uncle Wiggily. "Once a boy did stone me and I didn't like it at all."
"We don't like it either," cawed Arabella.
"Isn't there some way you can stop that boy from throwing sticks and stones at us?" Charlie wanted to know.
"Tell me about it," suggested Uncle Wiggily.
"Well, it's this way," began Arabella. "This boy lives on the other side of the Big Forest. Sometimes Charlie and I go over there to pick up beechnuts and other good things to eat, and every time that boy sees us he pegs things at us! Wouldn't you call him a bad boy, Uncle Wiggily?"
"Most surely I would," answered the rabbit gentleman. "But why does he do it? You don't crow over him; do you, Charlie?"
"No, indeed," answered the rooster boy. "I only crow to warn Arabella when I see that fellow coming, to tell her to run and hide under a bush."