"Oh, what shall I do?" thought poor Brer Rabbit. "How I wish I had never left my nice home!"
But now he was too tired to go back; and even if he would, he could not go, for, in his haste, he had not noticed by which way he had come.
Just then he spied a nice box with a lot of straw in it.
"Ah," said Brer Rabbit, "this looks a nice quiet bed. I will just pop in here and have a good sleep."
So in he popped, and curled himself up in the corner, and soon fell fast asleep.
Brer Rabbit must have been sleeping for a long time when he awoke with a fearful start.
And what do you think had happened?
Some one had put a chair inside the box and packed it in with more straw, and now the lid was being hammered on, and poor Brer Rabbit was too terrified to move. There he was held fast in a prison, and no one to let him out.
"Oh dear, dear me!" wailed Brer Rabbit. "If only I had taken my wife's advice and never left my nice little home!"