“Hello!” came back the answer, and then Flop Ear’s heart was sad, for the voice was not that of any of his relatives—not Lady Munch’s, his father’s, mother’s, Pink Nose’s, or Snuggle’s.
“Do you live around here?” asked Flop Ear of the strange rabbit.
“Yes,” was the answer. “My burrow is right under the place where you are sitting, and my front door is near this rock where I am.”
“Oh dear! I wish I were as near my home as you are to yours,” said Flop Ear.
“What’s the matter?” asked the other rabbit, whose name was Fluffo.
“Oh, I’m lost!” Flop Ear said. “A hunter chased me away from my nice home.”
“Then come and stay with me,” suggested Fluffo. “I have plenty of room, and there are some nice carrots and cabbages in my burrow.”
“How good that sounds,” Flop Ear said. “I will come in and stay with you.”
So down into the other bunny’s burrow he went, and had a good supper, staying there all night. He had a good breakfast, too, and then he started off through the woods again.
“Why don’t you stay longer with me?” asked Fluffo. “I have plenty of room for both of us.”