“By my stubby tail, at least I remember
That Santa Claus comes late in December!”
He looked down the path that led to the woods toward Old Mother Bun’s home, singing:
“Ha, ha! I must be off to-day.
I’m running away! I’m running away!”
He ran on happily.
Suddenly he stopped and remembered he had no presents for Old Mother Bun and Old Father Bun. So back he went hippety-hop, hippety-hop, to his little house; and up he went into the attic and looked in an old trunk.
“Looked in an old trunk”
“Ha, ha!” he cried. “I call this fun;