Flop Ear was tired from running so much, and from thumping on the ground, so when he found a place where some soft moss grew near a tree he lay down to rest. And, all the while, he wondered how he was ever going to get home again.
Then, up in the tree over his head Flop Ear heard a bird singing. And as he could speak bird language, as well as animal talk, Flop Ear asked:
“[Little bird, do you know where my home is?] I am lost.”
“Chirp! Chirp!” answered the little bird. “No, I am sorry to say I do not know where your home is. But, if you like, you may come and live in my house.”
“And where is your house?” asked Flop Ear, thinking he might stay there over night, as it was now getting rather dark.
“My home is a nice nest up in this tree,” chirped the bird. “If you come up, though, you must be very careful, for I have eggs in my nest.”
“What are you going to do with them, color them for Easter?” asked Flop Ear, for, being a rabbit he knew about Easter eggs, you see.
“What! Color my nice eggs?” cried the bird. “No indeed! I am going to hatch some little birdies out of them. Besides, my eggs are colored already. They are a beautiful blue. If you come up you can see them.”
“If your eggs are blue, then you must be a robin-bird,” said Flop Ear.