Funny Bunny went with a pitter, patter, pitter, patter, until he came to the Miller, and said:
“Please give me a meal-bag, since I ask it,
Enough to fill my market basket.”
The Miller laughed until his old fat sides shook and answered:
“Your request sounds rather funny,
I will give you meal for money.”
Then Funny Bunny sat down on a stone to think.
How was he going to get some money?
It was getting dark, and the Little Hill Men came out one by one, digging for fairy gold.
When Funny Bunny saw them he cried: