“Phew!” he whistled. “Bunny, this fur isn’t any of yours—nor that footprint, either! You just wait until school is out and Watch and I’ll just see about this!”
He hadn’t any time to do it then. For he had to stuff the Red Cow’s manger full of hay and hurry fast to get to the schoolhouse before the bell rang.
“Have some, Nibble,” she lowed politely. And the bunny didn’t need a second invitation. His twitchy nose had been wiggling pretty fast from the first minute he smelled that delicious clover.
CHAPTER VII
THE WHITE COW BEGINS A STORY
If the smell of that delicious hay in the Red Cow’s manger made Nibble’s nose go fast, the taste of it made his hungry little jaws go still faster. And the Red Cow was just about as busy as he was. Her big teeth wouldn’t move quite so quickly, but she could take bigger bites to make up for lost time.
They were still eating when he heard a loud snort just outside. So he jumped up on the windowsill again to be sure who it was. “Hello, Rabbit,” came the White Cow’s nice fluty voice as she saw his whiskers in the window. “I told you you’d come back again.”
“Oh, the Red Cow’s got such a cunning calf in here I just have to come,” he laughed.
“She has, has she?” mooed the White Cow. “I’d like to see it myself.” She was a motherly old beast, so she really did love babies. “Is it all right? That wolf who ran through the milking barns has been around here—I can smell him. Calves are what they always come for.”
“That was only Silvertip the Fox,” he chuckled. “He’s gone!”
Still the White Cow kept shaking her head and snorting. “He’s no business here. He’s a wolf, and it’s plain against the compact.”