replied Sammie, and of course he couldn't. Then Billie thanked the
little man very kindly, and he felt sorry for not believing in fairies,
and he said he would try to, after that. So the boy squirrel and the boy
rabbit played together some more, until it was time to go home. Now, if
you don't walk in your sleep to-night, I'll tell you to-morrow about
Susie and the fairy carrot.
XXXI
SUSIE AND THE FAIRY CARROT
Susie and Sammie Littletail had been off in the woods for a walk, and to
gather some flowers, for they expected company at the underground house,
and they wanted it to look nice. Mr. and Mrs. Bushytail and Billie and
Johnnie and Sister Sallie were coming, and Susie and her brother hoped
to have a very nice time.
Well, they wandered on, and on, and on, and had gathered quite a number
of flowers, when Sammie said:
"Come on, we've got enough; let's go home."
"No," answered Susie, "I want to get some sky-blue-pink ones. I think
they are so pretty."
"I don't," answered her brother, for that color always reminded him of
the time he fell in the dye pot, when they were coloring Easter eggs.
"I'm going home. Yellow, and red, and blue, and white flowers are good
enough. I don't want any fancy colors."
"Well, you go home and I'll come pretty soon," said his sister, so while
Sammie turned back, the little rabbit girl kept on. Oh, I don't know how
far she went, but it was a good distance, I'm sure, but still she
couldn't seem to find that sky-blue-pink flower. She looked everywhere
for it, high and low, and even sideways, which is a very good place; but
she couldn't find it. And she kept on going, hoping every minute it
would happen to be behind a stump or under a bush. But no, it wasn't.
And then, all of a sudden, about as quick as you can shut your eyes and
open them again, if Susie wasn't lost! Yes, sir, lost in those woods all
alone. She looked all around, and she didn't know where she was. She'd
never been so far away from home before, and, oh, now frightened she
was! But she was a brave little rabbit girl, and she didn't cry, that
is, at first. No, she started to try to find her way back, but the more
she tried the more lost she became, until she was all turned around, you
know, like when they blindfold you and turn you around three times
before they let you try to pin the tail on the cloth donkey at a party.
Yes, that's how it was.
Well, then Susie began to cry, and I don't blame her a bit. I think I
would do the same myself. Yes, she sat right down and cried. Then she
felt hungry and she looked around for something to eat, and what should
she see, right there in the woods, but a carrot.
"Oh!" she cried, "how lucky! Now I shan't be hungry, anyhow." So she
picked up the carrot and started to eat it, when all at once that carrot
spoke to her. What's that? You don't see how a carrot could speak? Well,
it did all the same. But you just listen, please, and maybe you'll see
how it happened.
"Please don't eat me," the carrot said, in a squeaky voice.
"Why not?" asked Susie, who was very much surprised.
"Because I am a fairy carrot," it went on. Now do you see how it could
speak? Well, I guess! "Yes, I am a fairy carrot, Susie, and I can help
you. What do you want most?" it asked.
"I want to find my way home," said the little rabbit girl.
"Very well, my dear," went on the vegetable. "Place me on the ground in
front of you, stand on your hind legs, wiggle your left ear, and see
what happens."
So Susie did this, and would you believe me, for I'm not exaggerating
the least bit, if that fairy carrot didn't roll right along on the
ground in front of Susie.
"Follow, follow, follow me,
And you soon at home will be,"
the carrot said, in a sing-song voice, and it rolled on, still more, and
Susie followed.
First the carrot went through a deep, dark part of the woods, but Susie
wasn't at all afraid, for she believed in fairies. Then, pretty soon,
the carrot came to a great big hole. It was too big to jump over, and
too deep to crawl down into, and too wide to run around.
"Oh, dear!" cried Susie, "I don't see how I'm going to get over this."
But do you s'pose that carrot was bothered? No, sir; not the least bit.
It stretched out, like a piece of rubber, and stuck itself across that
hole until it was a regular little bridge, and Susie could walk safely
over. Then it became an ordinary fairy carrot again, and rolled on in
front of her, showing her just which way to go.
After a while she came to a great big lake, one she had never seen
before.
"Oh, how shall we get over this?" cried Susie.
"Don't worry," spoke the carrot. Then what did it do but turn into a
little boat, and Susie got into it, and sailed over that lake as nicely
as you please. Then it turned into an ordinary, garden, fairy carrot
again, and rolled on, Susie following. Pretty soon they came to a place
where the woods and brush were all on fire.
"Oh, I know we shall never get over that place!" exclaimed Susie, for
she was very much afraid of fire, because she once burned a hole in her
apron.
"Oh, we'll get over that," promised the carrot. "Just you watch me!" And
really truly, if it didn't turn into a rainstorm, and sprinkle down on
the flames, and put that fire out, and then, just so Susie wouldn't get
wet it turned into an umbrella; and held itself over her all the rest of
the way home. So Susie got safely back to the burrow, with all the
flowers but the sky-blue-pink one, and maybe she wasn't glad! And maybe
her folks weren't glad too! They had begun to worry about her, and
Sammie was just going to start off to look for her. So Susie told how
the fairy carrot had brought her home, and Uncle Wiggily said:
"Well, there are certainly queer things happening nowadays. I never
would have believed it if you hadn't told me."
Now, listen, to-morrow night's story is going to be about--let me
see--Oh! on second thought I believe there are enough stories in this
book, and, if you would like to read some more I'll have to put them in
another. How would you like to hear about some squirrels? Billie and
Johnnie Bushytail and Sister Sallie and Jennie Chipmunk and their
friends, eh? If you would like to read of them you can do so in the next
volume, which is going to be named, "Bedtime Stories: Johnnie and Billie
Bushytail." I hope you will like the squirrels, for they are very good
friends of Sammie and Susie Littletail, and Uncle Wiggily Longears, too.
Now, good-bye for a little while, dear children.
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Sammie and Susie Littletail, by Howard R. Garis