In front of him was a basket filled with wood. There was room down in among the sticks of wood for Flop Ear to hide. Into the basket he jumped, and cuddled down out of sight. Then Flop Ear heard a woman calling:
“Jimmie! Jimmie! Bring me in a basket of wood, please!”
“I will, Mother,” answered a boy.
Flop Ear could understand some of our kind of talk, you know, though he could not speak it himself.
The rabbit heard some one walking around the shed, and then, all at once, Flop Ear felt himself being lifted up in the basket of wood, and being carried along.
“Oh, I wonder what is going to happen to me now?” thought the rabbit, whose heart was beating very fast, as he was much frightened.
“Are you bringing the wood, Jimmie?” the boy’s mother called.
“Yes’m, I’m coming with it.”
There was something else in the basket besides the wood, had the boy only known it.