“Hi, yo’ Molly Cottontail, I git yo’ fo’ a pie!” yelled Jerusalem Artie, and the chase was on.
Into the brush dashed Molly, and after her came Jerusalem Artie; and, as he ran, one leg of his trousers began to unroll. But there was no time to stop.
Molly Cottontail had the advantage, but Jerusalem Artie’s eyes were sharp, and Molly’s white flag led him on. Molly slid beneath the tangled brush, and Jerusalem Artie made desperate leaps above it, each leap marked by a flying trouser leg.
Suddenly Molly doubled on her tracks, for her pursuer was close at hand. Jerusalem Artie attempted to do the same, but his free foot became entangled with the elongated leg, and down went Jerusalem Artie—squarely on top of Molly Cottontail.
It pretty well knocked the breath out of both of them, but Jerusalem Artie recovered first, naturally, for he was on top.
“Chris’mus pie! Chris’mus pie!” he squealed, as he wriggled one hand cautiously beneath him and got a good firm hold of Molly’s long ears. Then carefully he got upon his feet.
The rabbit hung limp from his hand.
“Knocked yo’ breaf’ clean out fo’ suah!” he exclaimed, deliberately surveying his prize.
Then slowly he made his way to the road, for the chase had taken him some distance from the cabin, and the dragging trouser leg made walking difficult.