One Christmas Mrs. Rabbit gave Bunny a book.
She made it herself out of maple leaves.
She pinned the leaves together with thorns from the rose-bush that grew on the wall.
When Bunny saw the book he jumped up and down and clapped his hands.
"Oh, goody, goody!" he said. "What a pretty book this is."
"I will sit down on the old stump and read the stories this very minute."
So Bunny sat down on the stump and opened his book.
He opened the book and looked at the first leaf.
There was no story to read.
He looked at the next leaf.