The dog thought a moment before answering. Then he sort of drooped his tail, sorry-like and softly said:
"Yes, I believe I would."
"Then," said the bunny gentleman, "I'll bring you a drink, and if you tell me where you have buried some bones, I'll dig them up for you, since I can't loosen your kennel chain to let you dig them yourself."
"Oh, how kind you are!" said the dog. "I—I really don't deserve this."
"Stuff and nonsense!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "We all make mistakes—that's why they put rubbers on the end of lead pencils, as someone has said. I'll help you when you're in trouble."
Then the bunny found a half a cocoanut shell, and dipping this in the nearby brook, brought water to the thirsty dog. And when he had taken a long drink, cooling his parched and hot tongue, the dog pointed to where he had buried some bones, behind the barn.
Uncle Wiggily dug up the bones with his paws, which were just made for such work, and carried them to the dog.
"Oh, I can't thank you enough," said Gurr-Rup, which was the dog's name. "And I promise, Mr. Longears, that I'll never chase you again."
"Thank you!" laughed the bunny, as he hopped on to the three and four cent store. "I hoped you wouldn't."