got away. It seemed to me that I was in a
pickle, for if Mr. Fox came up while I was in the raspberry bushes
I'd be likely to go home to supper with him, unless I got a fair
chance to show how fast I could run, so I kept on yelling for help and
Mr. Fox he kept trying to soothe me so's the rest of the folks who
might be hungry shouldn't come up to invite me to a stew.

"You'd better believe I made the dirt fly, trying to back out of the
place I'd gone into with the idea of helping Sonny Bunny, and it
seemed as if I were getting into a worse hole every minute, when I
heard something that made my blood run cold--it's a great wonder my
hair didn't turn white. It was that soft, whirring noise the 'Squire
makes when he flies and it looked as if I'd miss my share of the
lettuce and carrots I'd spent so much time gathering.

"I might as well confess that I got all mixed up with knowing that Mr.
Fox was after me on one side and somewhere in the air was the 'Squire
watching for a chance to stick his big claws in my back, to say
nothing of the fact that Mr. Weasel might have heard what was going
on.

"I just shut my eyes and waited, wondering which one would get at me
first, and then, suddenly, I heard a screech from Mr. Fox, with a
yell from the 'Squire, at the same minute. I opened my eyes in a hurry
and poked my nose out to see what had happened, but there was such a
mix-up that it was quite a while before I could see anything but fur
and feathers swinging around together like mad.

"You can guess that I didn't think about trying to save myself from
being scratched by the thorns on the raspberry bushes; but dug out as
quick as any rabbit ever did in this world, and oh, what a row I found
going on! It seems that the 'Squire had caught sight of Mr. Fox, and,
thinking it was me, dove down on him without stopping to make sure
what he was tackling, burying his claws so deep that he couldn't pull
them out in a hurry. Just at that very minute Mr. Weasel, who sure
enough had heard me yelling, sneaked up, and there's no need of saying
that he made a spring for the 'Squire, catching him by the neck.

"Now you know that when Mr. Weasel once gets a grip he doesn't let go
in a hurry, leastways, not until he's got the upper hand of whoever is
between his teeth, and there the three were floundering around in a
way that would have made me laugh till I cried, if it hadn't been for
poor little Sonny Bunny, who was most likely crouching in h