So Hare ran up the trail and sang,
My uncles came from the south;
They made my ears as they are.
They made them thin and dry.
And then Hare laid her little pink ears back upon her shoulders, and started to go to the point of land. But Lynx sang again,
Why do you go away, little white one?
Why do you go away, little white one?
Why are your feet so dry and swift?
“Tshwee! Tshwee! Tshwee! Tshwee!” cried Hare and again she ran back to Grandmother.
“Ho! do not mind him,” said Grandmother. “Do not listen to him. Do not answer him. Just run straight on.”
So the little white hare ran up the trail as fast as she could. When she came to the place where Lynx had stood, he was gone. So Hare ran on and had almost reached her native land, on the point of land, when Lynx sprang out of the thicket and ate her up.
WELCOME TO A BABY
Cherokee