“No, I am sorry to say I do not. But did I hear you say you were kept in a box by a boy?”
“Yes. His name was Jimmie.”
“Well then, if I were you, and wanted to keep away from him, I would hurry off as fast as I could right away!” chirped the bird suddenly.
“Why?” Flop Ear wanted to know.
“Because I can look down on the other side of the fence under which you just crawled,” said the bird, “and I can see a boy running over this way. He first looked in a box under a tree and then he ran this way.”
“That’s Jimmie,” said Flop Ear. “He came home from school and let me out of the box. Then he went into the house and I thought that would be a good chance for me to get away. So I ran.”
“Yes, and you had better run some more,” cried Cheer-Up. “The boy knows you have gone and he’s after you.”
“Thank you for telling me,” said the rabbit. “It is a good thing you are up so high in the tree, so you can look down on the other side of the fence. Yes, I’ll be getting along. Jimmie was a good kind boy, and gave me nice things to eat. Still this is not my home, and I do not like doing tricks. I’m going. Good-by!”
“Good-by!” chirped Cheer-Up. “I hope I shall see you again some time. And you had better hurry, Flop Ear, for that boy is now right at the fence. He’s after you.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but he won’t get me,” said the rabbit, as with a jump he hid himself behind a bush. Then, out of sight of the boy, Flop Ear ran on.