Then said Papa Hare, “Do not wake me from my nap any more now, and when the big moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day. I will take you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and eat, and be very safe, for MAN will be in his home, and DOG in his, and HAWK in hers.”
“I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like.”
“Do not wake me,” said Papa Hare, and he shut his eyes and put his ears down.
“Come here,” said Mama Hare, “and I will tell you a tale of the cold time of the year when snow is over bush and tree and our good food, and what came to the hare who did just as his Mama told him not to. Step, step, step in the snow he went till he came to the Red Fire, and—”
“I do not want to hear the tale,” said Tiny Hare. “I want to do just as I like.”
“he saw HAWK far up in the sky.”
“Do not wake me from my nap, then,” said his Mama, and she shut her eyes and put her ears down.
Just then Tiny Hare saw a Wind Ball roll by. A Wind Ball is the part of one kind of a weed that is left when the weed does not grow any more, and it is dry and like wool, and it can roll like a ball, and fly as fast as a bird.
“I can run as fast as you,” said Tiny Hare. “I can do just as I like, and I want to get you.”