For soon will come the Fourth of July.”
So sang all the wild animals in the woods.
The Runaway Bunny ran on and on until he could run no longer. Then he set up a shout, for he had been traveling in a circle, and here he was back at his own little house in the woods!
There was his wee spinning wheel in the corner. There were his dishes on the table as he had left them.
“Then he began to spin furiously”
He hopped into his wee bed and slept a week and a day. Then he went down cellar and got a cabbage to eat. He felt very happy. He wanted to work. Then he began to spin furiously, singing:
“I can spin quite well if I only try,
I will buy a flag for the Fourth of July.”
“Rap-a-tap,” sounded on his door and in walked Pit-A-Pat, big as life and twice as natural! She told the story about her little kittens who had lost their mittens. The Runaway Bunny listened earnestly, for he had known what it was to be cold.