And now we shall go back to Flop Ear and see what is happening to the funny little rabbit.
Flop Ear hopped on under the bushes until he came to an open field. He was so far away from the house now that he thought it would be safe to sit up and look around. Across the field he saw some woods, and he said to himself:
“I’ll go over into those woods. Maybe that is where my home is, and I may find Pink Nose and Snuggle there. Oh! how I wish I could see them again, and have a game of tag.”
Over into the woods hopped Flop Ear. He was glad to feel again the dried leaves rustling under his paws. He liked the cool, shady woods, with their carpet of green moss. This was much nicer than being shut up in a box part of the time, even though there were good things to eat.
[“Have you a nest up there?” asked Flop Ear.]
“I guess I can find something here,” thought Flop Ear. “I haven’t gnawed a bit of bark since I lived with Jimmie. I’ll eat some now.”
Going up to a tree Flop Ear began nibbling the bark. He had eaten two or three mouthfuls when he heard a chattering voice calling: