I, but Danny Fox,"

laughed Little Jack Rabbit, kicking up his strong hind legs until a big
snowball hit Timmy Meadowmouse, knocking the hat off his head into a
snowbank.

"Look out! What are you doing," cried Timmy Meadowmouse. "That's the new
hat Mother gave me for Xmas." Pretty soon he began to laugh, too, for
he's a merry little fellow and a good friend.

"My, but it's lonely these long winter days," sighed the little bunny.
"Everybody's sound asleep in his winter home. Only you and I and a few
others are about," and the little rabbit sighed again, for what he says
is true, let me tell you.

For in the good Old Summer time
'Most everybody's round,
The feathered folk are in the trees,
The furry on the ground.
And all the sweet and verdant dells
Are ringing with the flower bells.

"Cheer up, little rabbit," said the merry little Meadowmouse, "spring
will soon be here. The buds on the trees are waiting for little Miss
South Wind to open them," and after that the little meadowmouse
disappeared into his tunnel and the little bunny hopped away, clipperty
clip, over the snow till he came to the Shady Forest. And after he had
gone in a little way, not so very far, he saw something that made his
heart go pitter, pat. And what do you suppose it was? I'll give you
three guesses and then I'll tell you. The footprints of Danny Fox. Yes,
sir! Right there in the snow were the marks of that sly old fox's feet.

Little Jack Rabbit stopped right then and there to look about him.
But Danny Fox was nowhere in sight, but that was no reason why he
might not be, at that very moment, hiding behind a tree. The little
rabbit looked again at the footprints in the snow. There they were,
but, thank goodness! They led away, far away, into the Shady Forest.
Just then, all of a sudden, the Miller's Boy jumped out from behind
a clump of bushes.

"Run! run!" screamed Jimmy Jay, who happened by just then. And
the little rabbit did. He went so fast that his shadow couldn't
keep up with him and neither could the Miller's Boy. But, oh,
dear me! The Miller's dog did. Yes, sir! He kept so close that
before he popped into the Old Bramble Patch he caught the end
of the little rabbit's tail.

OLD BARNEY OWL

Well, I'm mighty glad the little rabbit lost only the fur tip to his
tail. That was bad enough, but he forgot all about it the next morning
when the Squirrel Brothers invited him over the 'phone to meet them