Sure enough, the six little Foxy-Loxies sat like little gentlemen round the table, waiting their turn to be served.
Old Foxy-Lox invited the Runaway Bunny to eat a good square meal.
Nodding his head in the direction of the visitor, he whispered to his little Foxes:
“You will make a meal, ’tis true,
Then we’ll make a meal of you!”
The Runaway Bunny had sharp ears. He began to twitch them nervously to and fro.
He could not hear what Old Foxy-Lox was whispering about. But he thought the old fellow was up to some mischief. So he said:
“I won’t eat cabbage, though you think it funny;
I am a peculiar Runaway Bunny.”