"Oh, dear me!" he said to himself. "Robin Redbreast has her wish at last. It is raining hard."
Faster and faster the rain drops fell from the black clouds.
The ground was soon wet under the oak tree.
And Bunny was wet, too.
But he could not go home. He knew better than to leave the oak tree and skip out into the field.
So he curled himself up in a very tiny ball and waited for the shower to be over.
It grew lighter and lighter.
The wind stopped blowing, and at last Mr. Sun peeped out from behind the cloud.
He looked right down on Bunny, and laughed to see how he was rolled up in such a tiny ball.
"Cheer up, cheer up!" sang Robin Redbreast. "That was a fine rain. I am going to take a bath in that puddle of water."