The Runaway Bunny knew how hard it was to want things. So he whistled, and sang:
“When I sell the goods I spin to-morrow,
I shall have money for all to borrow.”
Rough Coat went away happy.
“Whir, whir, whir,” went the cunning little spinning wheel.
All day long the Runaway Bunny kept on spinning and telling what he wanted to buy for himself with the money, after his goods were sold.
All day long the animals came and begged him for money.
At last he ran to the store and sold the cloth he had spun. When he had given the animals the money they wanted, he said:
“I’m a Runaway Bunny and here I sigh,
I’ve nothing left for the Fourth of July.”