The old lady rabbit turned around, and who do you suppose she was? Yes, she was Lady Munch, Flop Ear’s grandmother!
“Oh, Grandma! Grandma!” he cried. “I’ve found you at last! Where is my home, and where are all the others?”
“Oh, Flop Ear! Flop Ear!” cried Lady Munch. “You have come home at last. Oh, we thought you were gone forever! Here, Mr. Bunny! Mrs. Bunny! Snuggle and Pink Nose! Come here. Flop Ear is back!”
Out of a hole near by, in the ground, came running the other rabbits. There they were—all of Flop Ear’s family. They ran up to him, hugging and kissing him the way rabbits do. Oh! how glad they were to see him!
“Where have you been, Flop Ear? Where have you been?” they asked him.
“Oh, everywhere,” he answered. “And I have had so many adventures! But how is it you are living in this new home? This is not where we used to live.”
“We came here after the hunter chased us,” said the papa rabbit, “and we have been living here ever since. We looked everywhere for you but we could not find you.”
“And I was out in front of the new burrow just now, thumping with my feet, and hoping some rabbits might hear it, so I could ask them about you,” said Lady Munch. “And, lo and behold! along you come yourself, Flop Ear.”
“Yes,” said Flop Ear, “and I’m mighty glad I did.”