d his nose
and his left ear, and after that he was so wide awake that he didn't
want to get back into bed, as I did, when I woke up this morning.

And just then the breakfast bell rang and Mrs. Bunny put on the coffee
and the baked lollypops and the stewed prunes, and, oh, dear me! I
really can't remember what rabbits eat every day, for I'm sure they
don't eat the same old thing, for if they did they wouldn't be jolly
and gay and hop about merrily all through the day, but would sit in a
corner and sulk and be sad, and maybe get angry and maybe get mad.

So always remember to have something new, for no one can always enjoy
a prune stew. There! I've gone and written another piece of poetry and
my typewriter wouldn't print it properly. Isn't that too bad?

Well, after breakfast the old gentleman rabbit went out for a walk in
the Pleasant Meadow, and he went all alone, too, for Billy Bunny had
to stay home and polish the front door knob and sweep the piazza and
feed the canary and bring in the wood, for Mrs. Bunny had to hurry up
with the breakfast dishes so as to be able to go over and see Cousin
Cottontail, who had just had a new baby rabbit.

Well, as I was saying, Uncle Lucky hopped along the Pleasant Meadow
until he came to the Old Farm Yard where Cocky Docky and Henny Jenny
and all the other Barn Yard Folk lived with the good-natured farmer.

And just as he was going through the gate, who should bounce out at
him but a big black cat. And, oh, dear me. Her claws were sticking out
of her feet like pins and her eyes were yellow as fire and her teeth
glittered and her whiskers stood out like bayonets, and her tail was
as big as a rolling pin and her back was humped up worse than a
camel's.

If you can think of anything worse than the way that cat looked I wish
you would write me a letter and tell me so that I can scare Uncle
Lucky, for, would you believe it, he wasn't the least big frightened.
No, sireemam.

He just took off his old wedding stovepipe hat and bowed most politely
to Mrs. Black Cat, and she was so surprised that she turned around and
went back to her three little kittens who never wore mittens because
they didn't have any.

And after that the old gentleman rabbit hopped into the barn and ate
some corn and had a talk with Mr. Sharptooth Rat. And maybe he would
have been talking there yet if something hadn't happened. And when you
don't expect it, something very often, and sometimes most always, does