“I will be good now, Mama.” “Oh, dear,” said his Mama. “This is a CAT.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, NO!” said Tiny Hare. “I am your Tiny Hare.”
“Is it our Tiny Hare?” said Mama Hare to wise Papa Hare.
“Yes,” said Papa Hare, “it is, but he is too much like CAT.”
Tiny Hare was not glad, and he did not want to play, so he sat near his home till the dark came. Then his Mama grew too sad for his sake, and she came out to him. How she did rub him with moss and hay, and how she did wash him, from his head to his feet. Tiny Hare did not like it, but he did not say one word.
“Now, you are like my dear Tiny Hare,” she said at last, and she took him home. When it grew dark, Tiny Hare said: “I am your Tiny Hare, and I will be good now,” and Papa Hare said, “Yes, I am sure you will,” and gave the ear of Tiny Hare a wee bite for love.
Then Mama Hare put her ears down, and Papa Hare put his ears down, and Tiny Hare put his ears down, and they all took a long, long nap till the dawn.
tiny hare at home.