“Well, yes. They stroll through the hollow sometimes.”
“Dear me,” said Mrs. Cottontail.
“Our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Frisk, were telling us that they saw two hunters crossing the fields this morning,” said Mrs. Bobtail.
“This morning!” cried some of the guests, pricking up their ears.
“Come, come, my friends,” said Mr. Bobtail, laughing, “I see I shall have to quiet you. I never could see why so many rabbits are afraid of a gun! I have often stayed quietly under a hedge while a hunter fired shots as near to me as——”
“Bang! bang! bang!”
Four little Bunnies leaped through the window, and jumped right over the table, upsetting many of the dishes.
Mr. Bobtail darted off his chair at the same time, and rushed to a corner of the kitchen, where he stayed, shaking with fear.
The other guests did not move or speak for several minutes. Then Mrs. Bunny caught sight of Mr. Bobtail in the corner. “Come out, Mr. Bobtail,” she called, “I’m sure the hunters have gone into the next field.”