He learned to read very well and he went to school sixteen days in September.
Then one bright afternoon he heard the birds singing:
“Good-bye, good-bye! To the South we go;
Autumn is coming, and winter with snow.”
He wished he could fly like his feathered friends.
Suddenly he remembered how fast he could run.
He did not wait for the close of school but went hippety-hop out of the window, singing:
Of running away. I’m the Runaway Rabbit.”
He stayed in the woods all the rest of September.