Flop Ear hopped on a little farther, and then he saw, near a big rock in the field, a box, and the squeaking noise seemed to come from that.
“Ha! A box!” exclaimed Flop Ear. “I’m not going near that. I was kept in a box once, and I don’t want that to happen again. I’ll get away from here.”
Flop Ear was just turning to hop away when he heard some voices speaking in the box.
“Oh, Mother dear!” a little voice said, “do you think we shall ever get out of here?”
“I’m afraid not, Switchy,” was the answer. “We are in this trap, and we can never get out. I have tried and tried, but the wood is so hard that I can not gnaw it with my small teeth.”
“Perhaps papa will come and gnaw us out,” said another little voice.
“I’m afraid he could not get us out, my children. Oh, dear! Why did I ever lead you into this trap.”
“Ha! A trap!” exclaimed Flop Ear. “These are animals, like myself, in trouble. I must see if I can not help them.”
The white rabbit hopped over close to the box, and looking in through some wire netting that was on one side, he asked: