And that was what had happened. Bunny's foot had gone so deep down in the hollow place of the tree, and the hollow was so small, that the little boy's foot had become wedged fast. Pull as he did, he could not get it up. "Wait—I'll help you!" called George.
He scrambled from his tree, and ran over to where Bunny was caught. Bunny could not get down, but had to stand with one foot on a branch, and the other in the hole, holding on to the trunk, or body, of the tree with both hands.
"Oh!" exclaimed Charlie, "s'posin' he can't ever get loose!"
"We could chop the tree down," said Harry.
But George thought he could get Bunny loose easier than that. George got a box, so he could stand on it and reach up to Bunny's leg without getting up in the tree himself. Then George pulled and tugged away, trying to lift up Bunny's foot.
But it would not come. It was caught, as if in a trap, and the longer Bunny stood up, pressing down on his foot, the more tightly it was wedged.
"Now for a good pull!" cried George, and he gave a hard tug.
"Ouch! You hurt!" said Bunny, and George had to stop.
"Well, I don't know what to do," he said. "I'll have to get you loose some way. Come on," he called to Charlie and Harry. "You get hold of his leg and we'll all pull."
"Then you'll hurt me more," said Bunny. "Go tell mamma. She will know what to do!"