I am nine years old. I live with my papa and mamma in the country.
I have a little pug-dog whose name is Beauty, and I have a
canary-bird and a young rabbit. The canary-bird's name is
Buttercup, and the rabbit's name is Muff. I am going to tell you
about the way in which I caught Muff. I was out walking with my
teacher and my brother and another little boy and girl, and we went
up to the woods, when all of a sudden I caught sight of a little
brown thing in the bushes, and then I saw that it was a young
rabbit, and I called my little friends to try and catch it, and at
last the little boy succeeded in doing so. We took it home and put
it in a box, in which we laid some straw.
My brother is eight years old. He has a bicycle, and he rides very
well. He began to ride when he was six years old.