“Well, I’ve seen the time I felt better,” answered Blackie, and she told her name, and mentioned that she was a cat.
“Oh, a cat; eh?” exclaimed the white animal. “Well, I’m a rabbit, and my name is Flop Ear. They call me that because one ear flops or falls over, see.”
Flop Ear stood up on his hind legs, as easily as Dido, the dancing bear, could have done, and while one of his ears stood up straight the other one sort of leaned over, or flopped.
“Oh, I see how it is,” spoke Blackie, laughing, for Flop Ear was a funny little rabbit. “Do you live here in these woods?”
“Yes, with my father and mother, and some brothers and sisters and also Lady Munch.”
“Lady Munch?” exclaimed Blackie. “Who is she?”
“She is my grandmother,” answered Flop Ear. “And we all like her very much. But excuse me, I must hurry on.”
“Where are you going?” asked Blackie.
“Over in the field to get some carrots for dinner. Do you like carrots?”
“I never ate any,” Blackie answered. “I’m a cat, you know.”