“They fear it, too,” said the Wee Hare. “It is not good for me. I must take care or it will come and hurt me.” He sat on his cold feet, and did not dare to take a nap.
By and by MAN put SNOW over the RED FIRE, and he and DOG went away, and the Wee Hare went step, step, step in the snow, soft, soft, soft, for fear.
“I wish I had been good,” said the Wee Hare, and WIND and SNOW were able to hear, and they felt sad for a wee hare.
“how fast he went—hop, skip, and jump!”
“We will help him,” they said, but low and soft so he did not hear. The moon came up high in the sky till it was just like day, and it grew very cold. SNOW grew hard as ice in the cold, and the Wee Hare did not sink in it any more. WIND did not blow so hard. It came back of Wee Hare now, push, push, push, to help the Wee Hare over the SNOW. How fast he went—hop, skip, and jump! Soon he came to his home. How glad he was! He went in and lay down by his Mama.
“I have not been good, Mama,” he said, very low in her ear.
“Be good now, then,” his Mama said, and he did not know how glad she was to have him back.
“I want to be good,” said the Wee Hare; and he shut his eyes, and put his ears down, and they all took a nap till the dawn came.