"What story are you going to write?" asked Billy.
But Bunny did not answer. He had just thought of something funny.
It was about the slide on the long hill beside the pond.
And about the way Billy slid down,—right into the cold water.
Bobtail and Billy ran away and left Bunny alone on the stump.
Ho was very busy writing in his maple-leaf book.
When he finished the story, he hid his book in the hollow tree.
"No one will find it there," he said to himself, as he hopped off toward home.
"I'll write a story every day until the book is full."
But one day I went walking in the woods.