“Oh, I would like to stay,” Flop Ear said, “but I feel that I must try to get back to my own dear home. My father and mother may be looking for me.”
“Well, go on then,” said Fluffo. “I hope you will find your burrow soon.”
“Thank you,” returned Flop Ear, “I hope I do.”
Away he hopped, over the fields and through the woods, and pretty soon he saw that the woods were coming to an end again. A large field was in front of Flop Ear, and in the field was a farmhouse, with barns and sheds.
“I wonder if I could get anything to eat over there,” thought Flop Ear, for he had not had anything since leaving Fluffo’s burrow, early that morning. “I guess I’ll hop over and see,” went on the rabbit. “I hope there are no dogs to chase me.”
Flop Ear hopped across the field toward the farmhouse. Back of it was a little shed, and the door of this shed was open. In went Flop Ear, not knowing quite where he was going. He saw piles of wood in the shed, for this was the place where the farmer’s wife kept her wood for making fires. There were pieces of trees that had once grown in the forest.
“Well, here is some bark I can gnaw,” thought Flop Ear, “but it is not as nice and fresh as that which grows on the trees in the woods. I guess I’ll—”
And then Flop Ear stopped suddenly, for he heard some one coming into the woodshed.
“Oh, I hope that isn’t the hunter man!” thought the rabbit. “I’d better hide.”