“Yes, Mother.”
Fuzzy turned and darted from the burrow, and in the bright sunshine outside sat Chatter Chuk on his hind legs, cracking an acorn.
“What’d she say, Fuz?” asked the red squirrel.
“All right, I can go, Chat. But I’ve got to be careful.”
As the white rabbit hopped away through the bushes and he glided along beside her, Chatter Chuk laughed.
“Your people are always careful, Fuz,” said he. “That’s why you see so little of the world, and lose all the fun in life.”
“I know,” replied Fuzzy, a little ashamed. “Father is always singing this song to me:
“Little Bunny,
Don’t get funny;
Run along and mind your eye;
It’s the habit
Of a rabbit
To be diffident and shy.”
“We squirrels are different,” said Chatter Chuk, proudly. “We are always taught this song:
“Squirrel red,
Go ahead!
See the world, so bright and gay.
For a rover
May discover
All that happens day by day.”