“No, no, no,” said his Mama; and how she did wash his soft fur!
He did not wish to see CAT for many, many days, but one day the rain came, and it was cold, and his Mama told him to stay at home in the dry hay.
“I want to go with you,” said Tiny Hare to his Mama and Papa when they were to go out for food.
“It is too wet,” said his Mama. “If your fur gets too wet you can’t run far and fast, and it is not safe for you to go.”
“I like rain. I like the wet. I want to go out. I want to do just as I like,” said Tiny Hare, and he laid his ears back, and half shut his eyes, and put his pink lip out, and did not look kind.
“Hush!” said Papa Hare, in a low, deep tone. And Mama Hare and Papa Hare went away, and left Tiny Hare at home.
Do you know what Tiny Hare did then? Oh, it was not good!
“when he saw tiny hare he gave a loud bark, ‘bow-wow-wow-wow!’”