“You did?” cried Flop Ear. “Why, I know Squinty! His pen is near the burrow where I used to live. If you could only show me where Squinty is I could find my way back to my home.”
“I wish I could do that for you,” said Slicko, “but I have forgotten where Squinty’s pen is. Still, I might try.”
“Please do,” begged Flop Ear.
So the squirrel and the rabbit went off in the woods together, looking for Squinty’s pen. But it was farther away than Slicko thought, and, after searching about for some time, Slicko said:
“I don’t believe I can find it, Flop Ear. I am sorry.”
“Well, never mind,” returned the rabbit. “You had better not come too far away from your nest, or you’ll be lost also. I must do the best I can by myself.”
“I’d ask you to stay with me,” went on Slicko, “only I know you can’t climb a tree to get up to my nest.”
“No, I can’t climb trees,” the rabbit said. “But I can jump through a hoop, and stand up on my hind legs and hold a bit of carrot on my nose. The boy taught me how to do that. I can also pull a little wagon, by a collar around my neck.
“But I have no carrot now to put on my nose, and there is no wagon here to draw, and no hoop to jump through. Still, I can jump without one, I suppose.”