Flop Ear felt himself bouncing along, up and down, as the boy carried him in the wood basket, and then he felt the basket being set down.
“Take out the wood, Jimmie dear, and put it in the wood-box behind the stove,” said the woman, and the boy did so. Stick after stick he lifted out, and Flop Ear, who was down in the very bottom, was wondering what would happen when the basket was empty.
“They’ll see me, surely, then,” said the rabbit. “I wonder what they will do to me? Oh, I seem to be getting in more and more trouble all the while.”
The boy who was lifting the wood out of the basket suddenly cried:
“Oh, Mother! Look here! A rabbit!”
“A rabbit! Where?”
“In the wood basket!” And before Flop Ear could hop out of the way the boy had lifted him up in his arms, holding him closely.