Timmy Meadowmouse near his little house in the Sunny Meadow. And if
you’ve forgotten what Timmy Meadowmouse’s house looks like I’ll tell
you. It’s like a little ball, made out of grass, woven together on the
top of two or three stiff stalks of meadow grass.
“Hello, Timmy Meadowmouse. What are you doing?”
“Keeping a lookout for Hungry Hawk,” he answered. “It was only a few
minutes ago he flew by, way up in the sky. Oh, ever so high. But I
don’t want to be caught in his cruel claws,” and the little meadowmouse
shivered at the thought.
“Neither do I,” said Little Jack Rabbit. “I won’t wait, but hurry home
to the Old Bramble Patch.” And it was a good thing he did, for just
then Hungry Hawk came sailing by and if he had seen the little rabbit
maybe he would have stooped down and caught him then and there and
maybe some other place.
“What has kept you so late?” asked Lady Love as her little bunny son
hopped up the garden walk to the kitchen door, where the good lady
bunny stood shading her eyes with her left hind paw. She said nothing
when she learned how he had almost been caught by Mr. Wicked Wolf and
that the Yellow Dog Tramp had come by just in time. But when he said he
had found a penny, she exclaimed: “Where is it?”
“Oh, dear,” answered the little rabbit, “it belonged to Jenny Wren. She
lost it this morning, so I had to give it to her.”
And just then the telephone rang.
“Hello,” said Little Jack Rabbit. “Is it you?”
“It surely is,” said the old gentleman rabbit. “What do you suppose is
the matter?” But Little Jack Rabbit couldn’t guess, and I don’t believe
you can, so I’ll tell you right away.
“My Sonora won’t stop singing,” said the old gentleman rabbit, “and the
three grasshoppers and the black cricket on the hearth can’t sleep. So
what shall I do?”
“Call in the Old Red Rooster. He used to work in a talking machine
factory before he came to you.”
And that’s just what Uncle John Hare did, and the next day he came over
in his Bunnymobile and took Little Jack Rabbit out for a long drive.
CANDY CATS AND CHOCOLATE MICE
After the Old Red Rooster had repaired the Sonora, he went back to the
barn to dust off the cobwebs. But, oh, dear me! All of a sudden, he
brushed down a little black spider who had her web in the northeast
corner.
“You’re a very mean rooster to pull down my web,
For now I must spin me another,
If things must be clean you’ve no right to be mean,
I’ve a notion to tell your good mother.”
“Please don’t,” begged the Old Red Rooster. “She’s a very old hen and
it might worry her so she couldn’t lay an egg.”
Just then Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare drove up in the
Bunnymobile, so the little black spider began to spin a new web and
the Old Red Rooster commenced to dust off the top of the buggy.
“Well, here we are, home again,” said the old gentleman rabbit, and he
took off his old wedding stovepipe hat and wiped his forehead with his
blue silk polkadot handkerchief, and after that he looked at his gold
watch and chain and fixed the diamond horseshoe pin in his red necktie.
You see, there was a little old broken mirror which he kept in the barn
so that in case his stovepipe hat wasn’t on straight he could fix it
before going out automobiling.
As soon as the Bunnymobile was safe in the garage he and Little Jack
Rabbit went into the house and wound up the graphophone. And this is
the song it sang:
“The candy cat ate a chocolate mouse,
O dearie, dearie me.
And the little toy dog chased the little toy cat,
Till she climbed up a cinnamon tree.”
Dear, dear me! Here we are at the end of the book. I wonder why the
pages turn over so quickly; perhaps it is because Little Jack Rabbit
hops so fast. But never mind, dear little reader, I am going to tell
you some more about this little bunny boy in another book entitled
“Little Jack Rabbit and Hungry Hawk.”
Yours for a story,
DAVID CORY,
The Jack Rabbit Man.
[Illustration: SOME PICTURES OF LITTLE JACK RABBIT’S TRAVELS AND
ADVENTURES]
The three Little grasshoppers
bowed to Uncle Lucky.
Cocky Doodles and
Henny Jenny take a walk.
“Hold up Yours,” said the
Policeman Dog.
Mr. Wicked Wolf had to
shut his eyes.
“I saw Little Jack Rabbit last
night, my dear,” said the Fox.
This made Mrs. Cow laugh.
“Goodness me! Where has
that little bunny gone?”
he said.
The little rabbit said
goodbye.
Transcriber’s Notes:
Italics are shown thus: _sloping_.
Small capitals have been capitalised.
Variations in spelling and hyphenation are retained.
Perceived typographical errors have been changed.