Flop Ear looked over his shoulder. He saw a man with a smoking gun running toward him. Flop Ear ducked under a bush to hide, and, oh, how fast he ran! He wanted to get away. Flop Ear could see Lady Munch, his papa and his mamma, his brother and his sister also running under bushes. The man and dog ran after them.
On and on hopped Flop Ear, as fast as he could go, until he was too tired to run any farther. Then he stopped and listened. He could not hear the dog barking now, nor could he hear the banging noise of the gun.
Flop Ear came out from under the bush and looked around. He was in a part of the woods he had never seen before. It was all strange to him.
“I guess I had better go back to my home,” he thought. “The others will be there when I get there.”
Flop Ear started off, carefully looking on all sides for danger.
“I guess I got safely away from that hunter man, with his dog and his gun,” thought Flop Ear. “I hope the others did too. Oh dear! I suppose it is right for hunters to chase us, but it is very hard.”
On and on went Flop Ear.
“Surely I ought to be near my home now,” he thought. He looked all around, but he could not see the hole in the ground that was the front door to his underground house.
“Oh dear!” said Flop Ear. “I wonder if I am lost.”
He hopped on a little farther. The woods were still strange to him. He had never been in that part before.