“No, I can not find your home, I am sorry to say,” said the bird as she came back to the tree under which Flop Ear was resting. “I could not see it anywhere.”
“Never mind, you did the best you could, and I thank you,” returned the rabbit. “I’ll run along myself and see if I can find it. If I can’t, I suppose I shall have to stay out in the woods all night.”
“I do that myself, up in my nest,” said the robin. “So if you get lonesome come and sleep near this tree.”
“I will, thank you,” answered Flop Ear.
Off he went again, and then, all of a sudden, Flop Ear heard that dreadful banging noise of the gun again, though it was not very close to him.
“Oh, there’s that dreadful hunter once more!” cried the little rabbit. “I must run on again.”
Pretty soon Flop Ear was tired and he had to stop to rest. He listened but did not hear the gun again. It was almost dark now, and Flop Ear remembered what his father had said, that the hunter men did not stay out to shoot after dark.
“So I’ll be all right for a while,” said Flop Ear.