“I am called Flop Ear, and I guess you can tell why. It’s because one of my ears flops over.”
“Yes, I can see that,” said the dog, and he waved his tail now, which showed that he was getting friendly. “So your name is Flop Ear; eh? Well, mine is Don.”
“I am glad to meet you, Don. And I hope you will not tell your master, the hunter man, which way I run when I go away. I do not want him to chase me and shoot me.”
“My master is not a hunter, and does not shoot rabbits,” said Don. “But wait a minute. You need not go away without some cabbage.”
“Oh, do you really mean I may take some?” asked Flop Ear, in delight.
“Why yes, take a few leaves. I guess my master won’t mind. He tells me to keep watch over his cabbage field, but I’m sure, if he were here, he’d let you take a little, so I’ll do the same.
“I’m sorry I barked at you so crossly just now, but I thought you were one of a lot of rabbits who had come here to take all the cabbages.”
“Oh, no. I only want a few leaves,” Flop Ear said.
“That will be all right,” went on Don. “Help yourself. I don’t believe I ever saw you before; did I?”
“I don’t know,” answered the rabbit. “I’m sure I never saw you until just now. And I am glad your master does not have a gun. I met a pig named Squinty the other day,” said the rabbit as he began eating more cabbage leaves.