Pretty soon Flop Ear came to the woods. In among the bushes he jumped, and now he was hidden from the dog.
“Oh, but I’ll get you anyhow,” barked the dog. “I’ll smell you out with my sharp nose.”
“No, you won’t,” thought Flop Ear, for he did not want to talk to the dog now, or the cross animal might find the little white rabbit.
On and on ran Flop Ear, as fast as he could go. The dog still came after him, for every time Flop Ear’s feet touched the ground they left a smell there which the dog could follow.
But, pretty soon, Flop Ear came to a brook running through the woods.
“Now here’s where I fool that dog,” thought the rabbit. So Flop Ear went close to the edge of the water, jumped in where it was not very deep, and waded down stream, going as fast as he could, splashing drops all over. But he did not mind that, as the day was warm.
Besides it was better to be wet than to have a dog bite him.
After going down the brook quite a distance Flop Ear went all the way across it, to the other side, and then he felt that he need not hurry so.
“The dog can not smell where I am now,” he said to himself.