“So do I,” Flop Ear would say. “But still, I want to go to my own home.”
And one day the two started off to look for Flop Ear’s home. Every time they came to a hole in the ground Mappo would ask:
“Is this it, Flop Ear?”
But the rabbit would look, and then he would say:
“No, I am sorry, but that is not it.”
“Then we must go on some more,” said Mappo, and on they would go.
One day, just as it was getting a little dark, toward evening, Flop Ear, who was hopping along through the woods with Mappo, heard a thumping noise. It was a noise such as rabbits make when they call to one another, and Flop Ear knew at once that some other rabbit was making signals.
“I’ll go and see who that is thumping,” said Flop Ear. “Maybe it’s a rabbit who knows where my home is.”
He ran along a little farther and there, behind a bush, he saw an old lady rabbit.
“Excuse me,” Flop Ear said to her, “but are you thumping for any one?”