On and on he went, now and then stopping to nibble at some sweet bark, or pick up a few berries, and pretty soon Flop Ear came out of the woods and found himself in a field.
“Ha! Maybe I can find some cabbages or carrots in here,” he thought.
But as soon as Flop Ear looked at the field he knew it was neither a cabbage nor a carrot field. There was short, stubbly grass in the field. It was what is called a meadow, like the one where the sheep were, for which Little Boy Blue had to blow his horn.
In the middle of the field was something that looked like a big hill, or a small mountain.
“I wonder what that is,” said Flop Ear to himself. “I guess I’ll hop over and take a look.”
Across the meadow he went and when he came to the big pile he found it was hay, that had been cut and stacked up, ready to be hauled into the barn.
“Ha! Hay!” said Flop Ear. “I can burrow under that and sleep to-night. It will be a nice place, and no hunter can find me there. I can also eat some of the hay.”
Hay is grass, dried, you know, and rabbits like to nibble a little of it.
So Flop Ear crawled under the stack of hay and, after eating a little, he felt sleepy. His eyes closed.