When Harold put Bunny back in his box, he forgot to shut the door. He never thought that in the morning his new pet might be gone.
When Bunny runs away to roam,
Some one is sure to bring him home.
So Bunny should be good, I say,
And not go out and run away.
CHAPTER II
Late that night Bunny Cotton-Tail made up his mind to run away. So he crept out of his little house, and through a hole in the back fence, and was off. The great moon was staring down at him, and he was very much afraid of the moon, but he could not go very fast, for his paw still hurt him and he limped sadly.
After a while he sat down on a log to rest, and whom did he see coming down the road with a wheel-barrow but Mother Cotton-Tail? She had been searching all night and all day for Bunny.
When Bunny saw his mother he clapped his paws together so hard that he hurt his sore one, and he cried: “Oh, ma, oh, ma!”