"I can't tell you how thankful I am," said the bunny to the dog. "What fine, strong white teeth you have. How did you get them?"
"From gnawing bones without any soft meat on them, I suppose," answered the dog. "Poor dogs must have strong teeth, or they would starve. Rich dogs, who get soft food, can afford to have soft teeth."
"Well, then I am very glad you are a poor dog!" laughed Uncle Wiggily.
"You are?" barked the other, in great surprise.
"Certainly; of course I am!" exclaimed the bunny. "Just think! Suppose you had been one of those rich dogs, with soft, crumbly teeth! You would not have been able to gnaw through the log and I would still be held fast."
"Yes, that's so," agreed the dog, wagging his tail. "I never thought of that."
"Then be thankful, as I am, that you are poor, and have strong teeth," went on Mr. Longears. "You have been of great help to me."
"Have I?" barked the dog. "Then I am very glad! I never before helped anyone. I thought I was too poor!"
"Well, you aren't going to be poor any more," went on the bunny rabbit gentleman. "Come to the woods and live near my hollow stump bungalow. I have a friend, Old Dog Percival, who will let you stay in his kennel. He is rich!"
"Oh, that makes me very happy!" said the dog, who used to be poor. "I have always wanted a kennel to live in!"