There was no story to read.
He turned one leaf and then another.
They were all alike.
There was not a story in the book, and Bunny could not find one picture.
"This is a funny book," he said to himself. "I will run and ask Mother Rabbit what kind of a book this is."
So Bunny jumped off the stump and ran to find Mother Rabbit.
"Mother Rabbit," he said, "what kind of a book is this?
"There are no pictures, and I can not find one story to read."
"That is a diary," said Mother Rabbit. "You must write the stories in the book yourself."
"What stories shall I write?" asked Bunny.