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LITTLE JACK RABBIT’S
ADVENTURES
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THE TURNIP . . .
THE BONFIRE . . . . .
Mas. Cow . . . . . . .
THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT . . .
BAD LUCK . . . . . . . .
LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS Hrs TOE
MUD TURTLE TOWN .
BOBBY TAIL . .
SUNSHINE . . .
TURKEY TIM . . .‘
PHOEBE PHEASANT . .
THE SNOWBALL . .
THE NEW SLEIGH . . .
DAILY DUTIES . . . .
MRS. OR10LE’s MIRROR . .
AN AIRSHIP RIDE . . .
FAG!
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72
76
79
83
87
91
95
99
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107
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THE RAILROAD
IT was a wild story that came to the ears of
Little Jack Rabbit for, as he came hopping
down the Shady Forest Path, a whole troop
of his playmates ran out to meet him, and
one cried one thing, and one another, but
the words which he heard most plainly
Were: /
“The rail-road! The railroad! Oh, have
you heard?”
“Yes,” answered Little Jack Rabbit, not
at all excited, “I know a railroad is going
to run past the Sunny Meadow.”
“Oh, but that’s nothing! It’s going to
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10 LITTLE J ACK RAnEI'r’s
ADVENTURES
run right through your house 1” cried Busy
Beaver.
“Right through the Old Bramble
Patch!” shouted Chippy Chipmunk.
“Right through your front door!”
screamed Gray Squirrel.
“I d0n’t believe that,” said Little Jack
Rabbit. “A railroad can’t get through a
door!”
“Why, of course they’11 take out the
door,” replied Busy Beaver; “they’l1 pull
down your whole house; they’ll clear away
the Old Bramble Patch; why, they may use
the whole of the Sunny Mead0w——every bit
of it!”
By this time Little Jack Rabbit was ex-
cited. Already he saw the dear Old Bram-
ble Patch torn out by the roots; the little
house gone, and himself and all the family


12 LITTLE JACK RABEIT’s
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Rabbit with a sigh of relief. “But Busy
Beaver said it was and that I must'pack up,
my clothes at once.”
“Well, the line was laid out to run right
through the dear Old Bramble Patch,” said
Mr. Rabbit, “but when they found it must
cross the Old Duck Pond, they turned it to
one side. So the dear Old Brafmble Patch
is safe.”
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THE FIRST TRAIN
Look out for the Choo-choo cars!
Don't you hear the thunder jars?
First the whistle, then the bell
Clanging through the Forest Dell.
FOR weeks and weeks there was great ex-
citement among the Little People of the
Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. From
behind trees and bushes, rocks and stumps,
they Watched the building of the railroad.
Professor Jim Crow came to offer advice,
but changed his mind. As for Little Jack
Rabbit, he looked out from behind a stump
and Wondered.
Cousin Cotton Tail had been forced to
move from the Big Brush Heap on the hill.
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14! LITTLE JACK RABBIT’s
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She and her little bunnies were now visit-
ing in the Old Bramble Patch.
When Little Jack Rabbit was told that
a railroad must be level, he thought a man
would come with a big scythe and slice off
the top of the hill like a loaf of bread and
lay the slices in the hollows.
This wasn’t so very strange, seeing that
he was only a little bunny boy and, of
course, didn’t know anything about build-
ing railroads.
Every day the railroad came nearer be-
ing finished. The hill was dug out. As
Mr. Mole‘ remarked, “It was done almost
as well as I could have done it, only, of
course, I would have made a tunnel.”
Then the sleepers were laid. Busy
Beaver smiled as he watched the men lay
the great logs on the smooth earth.


16 LITTLE JACK RAEBIT’s
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Jack Rabbit hid behind his 1 other’s skirt,
but the train had already passed them.
And there on the platform of the last car,
stood the Farmer’s Boy, holding on by the
door, bowing and smiling and proud as a
king.
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20 LITTLE JACK RAEEIT’s
ADVENTURES
But one fine day Goosey Lucy got caught.
Yes, sir. Before she could get ofi’ the track
the train came along. It was very narrow
between the two steep banks, and she
couldn’t fly high enough to reach the top.
Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny shut their
eyes. They couldn’t bear to see what was
going to happen.
But Goosey Lucy wasn’t such a goose,
after all. She sat perfectly still between the
rails, and when the train had passed over
her, she got up, shook the Cinders ofi her
white feathers and waddled back to the Old
Barnyard!


SCHOOL
“COME, get your cap, I’m going to take you
to school today!”
Little Jack Rabbit was too surprised to
answer—he just opened his mouth, and the
only sound his mother heard was a funny
little noise like a whistle.
“Don’t you hear me?” she asked, tying
the strings of her Sunday bonnet under her
furry chin. ‘
“Whew!” said the little rabbit at last re-
covering from his surprise. “Why do you
want me to go to school?”
“Because all the Shady Forest grown-ups
think it’s a good thing to have a school for
21


A MISTAKE IN SPELLING
THE Shady Forest School had once been a
pigeon house, but when the farm was sold
and the old buildings torn down, it had been
left to shelter Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon, who
Wouldn’t move away.
One night during a great storm it had
toppled off the post on which it stood, and
rolled down the hillside, helped along by
Billy Breeze, until it had landed on the
edge of the Shady Forest.
Here it had been discovered by the Little
Forest Folk, and at Parson Owl’s sugges-
tion, had been pushed and shoved in and
out among the trees until it stood right-side
up in a sunlit clearing.
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Then Parson Owl had called together all
the Grown-ups and persuaded them to
make it into a schoolhouse.
And, well, here we are with Mrs. Rabbit
and her little bunny on their way to the
opening exercises, so there is no need of
saying anything more about it, except that
it had a nice door in front and a dozen
round holes, under which were fastened
little pieces of board for wide windowsills,
on which the pigeons used to stand and
preen their feathers.
As Little Jack Rabbit and his mother
drew near they saw Chippy Chipmunks
face at one of the little round windows.
Then Busy Beaver looked out of another,
and pretty soon every little -round window
had a head peeping through, while in the
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doorway stood Professor Jim Crow in his
black swallowtail coat.
“Good ,morning, Mrs. Rabbit,” he said,
looking over his spectacles. “You have
brought another scholar, I see.”
When they were seated in the school-
room, he walked over to the big black-
board. _
“John,” he said, turning to the little rab-
bit, “tell me how to spell your name.”
Goodness gracious me! Would you
believe it, the little rabbit answered
“J-A-C-K!” You see, he was so used to
being called just “Jack” that he spelt
“John” the same way.
Then Professor Jim Crow asked who was
the first President, but he didn’t enquire
who was. going to be the next, for I guess


30 LITTLE ‘JACK RAEEIT’s
ADVENTURES
few minutes when who should call but
Grandmother Magpie.
“Good morning,” she said, perching on
a branch near at hand so as to look into
the nestful of little crows.
“I’m dreadfully busy,” answered Mrs.
Crow. “Now that the Professor is teach-
ing school, Ivhave all the care of the chil-
dren. It’s. no Feasy matter, for each little
crow thinks he knows how to fly.”
“Well, perhaps he does!” said Grand-
mother Magpie. “If you don’t let them
try how are they ever going to learn?”
“They are not old enough,” replied Mrs.
Crow.
“Not old enough?” repeated that med-
dlesome old lady bird. “Stuff and non-
sense! Of course they are !” Then off she
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34 LITTLE JACK RABBIT’s
ADVENTURES
she came home and heard that he had dis-
obeyed.
By and by the Farmer’s Boy opened the
gate to the Farmyard and walked over to
the Big Red Barn. Pretty soon he found
an old birdcage, in which he put poor
Jimmy Crow. Then he hung it up on the
little front porch of the Old Farm House.
“What have you got there,” asked the
Kind Farmer when he came home for sup-
per, “a young crow?”
“Yep,” answered the Farmer’s Boy. “I
picked him up in the woods; he was tryin’
to fly.”
It was very lonely on the little front
porch after Mr. Merry Sun had gone to
bed. Jimmy Crow huddled in one corner
and watched Mrs. Moon climb over the
hilltop. -- - ~-


HOME AGAIN
IT was very late when they reached the Tall
Pine Tree. The good Professor was sound
asleep after a hard day’s work in the Shady
Forest Schoolhouse and a long search for
his little lost crow. He had hunted for him
until it grew so dark that he had been
forced to give it up.
But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the
little crows were crying softly over their
little lost brother. Disobedience makes
others unhappy as well as the one who dis-
obeys.
All of a sudden Mrs. Crow heard the
gentle flap of wings, and looking over the
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38 LITTLE JACK RAImIT’s
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edge of the nest, she saw Old Parson Owl
in the dim moonlight. The next moment
the sight of little Jimmy Crow hopping
after him made her heart go pitter-patter.
“Here’s our little boy!” she cried, flutter-
ing down to the ground, while all the little
crow brothers and sisters looked over the
edge of the nest, and Professor Jim Crow
woke up with a start.
But, dear me! Didn’t they have a dread-
ful time getting the little crow up in the
tree. You see, he could only flutter now
that his wings had been clipped, and if Old
Parson Owl hadn’t carried him on his
broad back, I doubt if Jimmy Crow ever
would have reached the nest.
By this time Mrs. Moon had crossed
over the sky, and Mr. Merry Sun was get-
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LITTLE J ACK RABBIT’s 39
ADVENTURES
The Shady Forest was beginning to
awake. The birds were chirping to one
another, and the Little Four-footed People
were racing up and down the trees and
scampering over the ground.
Parson Owl waited to see that every-
thing was all right, and then, turning to
Professor Jim Crow, said:
“If Little Jack Rabbit hadn’t come to
tell me that the Farmer’s Boy had stolen
Jimmy Crow, your little son would still
be in the cage on the farmhouse porch.”
“My dear Parson,” said Professor Jim
Crow gratefully, “I shall never forget what
you and Little Jack Rabbit have done.”
“Don’t mention it,” said the kind old
Parson, hurrying back to the Big Oak Tree
before the light grew too strong for his big
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44 LITTLE JACK RABBIT’s
ADVENTURES
utes ago with his hat in his hands. Maybe
he took them.”
“Cock-a-doodle-do,
What can I do for you P"
asked a beautiful big rooster, all of a sud-
den, just like that.
“O Cocky Doodle!” cried Henny Penny,
“my nest has been robbed. Let’s tell the
Kind Farmer that the hired boy has stolen
my eggs.” 
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ADvENTUBEs
“Pleased to meet you,” said Goosey Lucy.
“Do you paint goose eggs, too?” But be-
fore the little bunny could say yes or no, the
Kind Farmer himself came out of the
house.
“Why, look who’s here,” he said with
a smile. And such a kind smile that
Little Jack Rabbit wasn’t the least bit
afraid.
“He saw the hired boy steal the eggs
from my nest in the corner of the Old Rail
Fence,” cried Henny Penny.
“Ha, ha!” laughed the Kind Farmer.
“So that’s where you’ve been laying your
eggs, is it, Miss Henny Penny?_”
- ‘Cock-a-doodle-do,
She only laid a few.
But after this she'll lay the rest
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ADVENTURES
You hung upon the Henhouse wall,
And tell you with her cackle-call,"
said the little rooster, for Henny Penny was
too ashamed to speak.
Then the Weathercock whirled around
on his big toe and, pointing at the little hen,
shouted through his tin megaphone:
“Why don’t you stay at home and lay,
And not go calling every day?
I never leave my perch up here
No matter what the atmosphere.”


50 LITTLE JACK RAEBIT’s
ADVENTURES
“Because I wanted Little Jack Rabbit
to color them for Easter,” she answered.
“I thought if I laid them near the Old
Bramble Patch it would be easier for
him.”
“Oh, that’s the reason?” said the Kind
Farmer. “And pray, Mr. Jack Rabbit,
how do you color the eggs?”
Oh, dear me! Wasn’t the little rabbit
embarrassed! He wasn’t sure but what he’d
better hop back to the Old Bramble Patch.
Perhaps, too, he was a little bit afraid of
the big Kind Farmer.
“I never colored any eggs,” answered the
little rabbit in a low voice, “but I’ve often
helped mother color them. She takes a big
red rose and rubs it over an egg until it
turns red. With a buttercup she makes a


GOOD NEWS
ALREADY the water was beginning to trickle
over the pebbly bottom of the Bubbling
Brook.
All of a sudden a voice overhead shouted,
“Good morning!” and there sat Chatterbox,
the Red Squirrel, in the Big Walnut Tree.
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
“I must tell all my friends in the Sunny
Meadow the good news,” replied the little
rabbit. “I can’t wait a minute.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Chatterbox, run-
ning down the tree. “Tell me, what’s the
news?”
“The Bubbling Brook will be running
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again tonight,” answered the little bunny,
and he explained all about Busy Beaver’s
dam. ~
“Well, I declare,” exclaimed Cllt-llItC1’l)O}?,
“Busy Beaver has a lot of nerve to stop the
Water running in the Bubbling Brook. He
doesn’t own the water rights. The Bub-
bling Brook belongs to everyone alike.”
“So it does,” answered Little Jack Rabbit,
“but Busy Beaver has to look out for him-
self. If he doesn’t build a dam his little
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Just then the water rose almost to the
ferns that grew on the edge of the Bubbling
Brook. “Everything’s all right now,” said
the little rabbit, “I won’t bother to go over-
to the Sunny Meadow. The fishes and the
little fresh water crabs will learn the news
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“What do you eat?” asked Little Jack
Rabbit, who could eat all the time, and
sometimes oftener, like all rabbits.
“Don’t eat—can’t eat when you’re asleep,
you know.”
“Gracious me!” exclaimed the little
bunny, “that would never do for me!” and
he hopped away.
By and by he came to the Old Duck Pond.
There sat Granddaddy Bullfrog on a log,
winking and blinking in the light of Mr.
Merry Sun. ‘
“Granddaddy Bullfrog, what do you do
when winter comes?”
“Why, bless you, my little bunny,”
answered the old gentleman frog, “I go
to sleep in the mud at the bottom of
the pond.”
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THE BON FIRE
EVERYBODY in the Shady Forest was hav-
ing a dreadful time. Old Parson Owl was
nearly coughing his head off, Professor
Jim Crow’s voice was so hoarse his scholars
could hardly understand him, and Little
Jack Rabbit’s eyes looked as if he had been
crying for a week.
The reason for all this was that the smoke
from the Farmer Boy’s big bonfire had
drifted into the forest until every chink and
corner was filled.
At first no one knew what was the matter.
Of course the air smelled queer and made
one’s eyes smart. But after a while when
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THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT
ALL of a sudden, just like that, he saw some-
thing shining in the grass. And what do
you think it was? You’ll never guess, so
I’ll tell you right away. A sugar-coated
carrot.‘ But before he could put it in his
pocket along came little Katie Cottontail,
swinging her sunbonnet in her paw.
“Wiggle your ear and shut your eye,
Twinkle your nose and say ‘Oh my!’ "
shouted Little Jack Rabbit, “and I’ll give
you something to make you laugh.”
“What is it?” ‘asked little Katie Cotton-
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80 LITTLE JACK RAImIT’s
ADVENTURES
tail, but just the same she didn’t wait for an
answer, but closed her eyes and twinkled
her nose up and down, and then sideways.
But, Oh dear me. Just then the little
rabbit dropped the sugar-coated carrot and
.couldn’t find it. He hunted high and low,
and so did little Katie Cottontail, but the
candy carrot was gone. Yes, sir. It cer-
tainly was. And I’ll tell you where it went.
Into a little hole in the ground where a
snake had his home.
“Well, we’ll make some cranberry juice
soda when we get home,” said Little Jack
Rabbit, and off they hopped to the Cran-
berry Patch. In a little while he had filled
his pail and Katie Cottontail her apron, and
then they started for home.
“I must be careful not to squash ’em, or
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LITTLE JACK RABBIT’s 81
ADvENTUREs
Mother’ll give me a scolding,” she said, as
they climbed up the bank where the rail-
road track cut through. But, Oh dear me!
Just as they were about to hop through the
Old Rail Fence, along came a train.
“Ding, dong!” went the bell. “Toot-
toot-toot!” shrieked the whistle. Poor lit-
tle Katie Cottontail gave a shiver and drop-
ped her apron. Then clipperty-clip, lip-
petty-lip she went up the Cow Path to the
Old Brush Heap on the hillside.
Mrs. Cow looked up and, seeing the little
bunny girl hopping home all out of breath,
thought something must be the matter and
ran back to the Big Red Barn. The bell on
her collar didn’t make nearly as much noise
as the one on the locomotive, but it made her
hurry, just the same.


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tle round house made of twisted grass on
the Sunny Meadow. Pretty soon he saw the
little meadowmouse peeking out of his front
door.
“Oh, it’s you, is it, Little Jack Rabbit,”
he said with a sigh of relief, “I thought I
heard some one creeping around my house.
But if it was you, it’s all right.”
“Maybe it isn’t all right,” answered the
little rabbit, and he told how his mother had
seen Black Cat cross the path from right to
left. “And that means bad luck, you know.”
“If he crosses your path from left to right,
What does that mean?” asked the little mea-
dowmouse.
“Good luck,” answered Little Jack Rab-
bit.
“I don’t know,” said Timmy Meadow-
mouse with a shiver, “if he saw me first, it
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would be bad luck no matter which way he
crossed the path.”
Just then Little Jack Rabbit saw some-
thing move in the tall grass. “Look out,”
he shouted.
Into his house popped Timmy Meadow-
mouse, and none too soon, for Black Cat
landed on the very spot where he had stood
talking to the little rabbit.
“So it was you who warned Timmy
Meadowmouse, was it?” he hissed, hump-
ing up his back and waving his long tail
back and forth. Oh my, but he looked
ugly. 
“Yes, it was I,” answered Little Jack
Rabbit bravely, and then he did what his
mother had taught him to do when in a
tight place. He suddenly turned his back
on Black Cat and struck out with his strong


94 LITTLE JACK RABBIT’s
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As they crossed the Old Cow Path they
met Little Jack Rabbit hopping home to the
Old Bramble Patch.
“We’re going to make a visit in Turtle
Town,” said Henny Penny. “Why don’t
you come, too?”
“Haven’t time,” answered the little bunny.
“Mother sent me over to Cousin Cottontail
for lollypop frosting. She must have it in
time to cover the carrot cake for supper.”


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AnVENTUEEs
And it did. The very next day Bobby
Tail practiced jumping with Little Jack
Rabbit, and kept it up until he became al-
most as good a jumper as his brother.
But Old Sic’em never knew how this
came to pass. He was too busy keeping
watch over the Old Farmyard to bother his
head about Bobby Tail, for Danny Fox,
who was always prowling around, hunting
for a stray chicken, kept the old dog for-
ever on the lookout.


100 LITTLE JACK RAnBIT’s
ADVENTURES
“Well,” continued Red Bird, “the legend
gis that one day, after it had been raining
ever so long, when there was nothing but
water all around and everybody in the ark
was feeling very miserable, Mother Noah
wrung her hands and said, ‘Oh, dear! We’ll
all be lost. We’ll never get ashore !’ -
“Just then my ancestor began to whistle,
and the next minute a beam of sunshine
broke through the clouds and settled upon
him.
“ ‘My dear, we are reproved,’ said Father
Noah. ‘The little bird has more courage
than we have. Hear him whistle.’
“Then everybody turned to look at the
brave little whistler. He was so embar-
rassed that he BLUSHED—we were gray
before that time, they say—blushed so very


102 LITTLE JACK RABEIT’s
ADVENTURES
sides a red coat—some of that sunshine that
turned his feathers red must have crept into
his heart.”
“I don’t know,” replied Red Bird.
“Maybe it doesn’t make much difference
how you got it, as long as you keep it,” said
the little bunny as he hopped back into the
Old Bramble Patch to tell his mother all
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“Turkey Tim thinks the Kind Farmer
is fond of him, but that’s not the reason,”
answered the little rabbit.
“What is the reason?” asked Henny
Penny, who you see by this time was a very
curious little hen. -
“Turkey Tim _vvouldn’t believe me if I
told him,” said the little rabbit.
“Wouldn’t he?” exclaimed the little hen,
her feathers ruflied with excitement and
curiosity. -
“It’s a big secret,” whispered the little
bunny.
“Tell me quick,” coaxed Henny Penny.
“Thanksgiving!” whispered Little Jack
Rabbit. “Haven’t you heard of chestnut-
fed turkeys for Thanksgiving?”
“Do you mean they are going to kill Tur-
key Tim?” cried the little hen.
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“I certainly do,” answered the little rab-
bit. “But he’s so proud he wouldn’t believe
me. Why, he thinks he’s more wonderful
than Cocky Doodle.”
“Well, he isn’t,” said Henny Penny.
“Cocky Doodle’s the most wonderful of all
the Feathered Folk, for he’s the one-who
wakes up Mr. Merry Sun. Cocky Doodle
is the cock-a-doodle-do clock of the whole
wide world. Why, if it weren’t for him
Mr. Merry Sun might stay in bed all
day.”
Just then along came Turkey Tim, but
he didn’t look so proud when the little hen
told him about Thanksgiving.
“Who told you?” he asked in a trembling
voice.
“Little Jack Rabbit,” answered Henny
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“I guess I’ll make a visit in the Friendly
Forest,” said Turkey Tim in a low voice,
and off he went as fast as his legs would
take him.
But, Oh dear me! No sooner was he
there than Billy Breeze began to sing:
“Look out, look out for Danny Fox!
He sneaks about in his woolen socks,
You never can tell where he is at,
For he creeps around like a tip-toe cat.”
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I should say not, answered the little
rabbit. “The Kind Farmer’s dreadfully put
out. He had to go without his Thanksgiv-
ing turkey!”
“Then you think it would be dangerous
for Turkey Tim to go back to the Old
Farmyard?”
“Yes, just now,” replied the little bunny.
“He’d better wait until everybody has for-
gotten Thanksgiving.”
“It’s dreadfully hard on him, all alone
in the Shady Forest,” sighed the little phea-
sant. “He’s not a Wild Turkey, you know.”
“Never mind if he isn’t,” answered Little
Jack Rabbit. “He’ll be a Roast Turkey if
he goes back now to the Old Farmyard.”
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THE NEW SLEIGH
THE Old Farm Yard was a very comfort-
able sort of a place. Little Jack Rabbit
liked to go there, for all the Barnyard Folk
were very nice to him, especially Henny
Penny and Cocky Doodle, who always gave
him some of their corn.
Then, too, it was great fun playing about
the High Haystack. Here they all gathered
after a snow storm, for the snow soon melted
on the sunny side.
Another reason, too, why the little rabbit
came so often was because many of his
friends were tucked away for a long win-
ter’s nap.
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Busy Beaver was safe in his little house
under the ice in the Forest Pool. Squirrel
Nutcracker and his family came out only
on warm, sunshiny days. The rest of the
time they spent sleeping in their warm lit-
tle houses. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he
never showed up—he was sound asleep in
the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck
Pond.
The little rabbit’s mother had told him
not to go too often to the Old Farm Yard
for fear the Kind Farmer might not like it.
“Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle are your
friends,” she told him, “but I’m not so sure
about Mr. Farmer.”
“Oh, he’s all right, mother,” answered the
little rabbit. “He’s very- kind. "He feeds
all the Barn Yard Folk with such nice


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food. I’m sure he’s very good and kind.”
“Don’t be too sure,” answered the little
rabbit’s mother, with a knowing wag of her
head. -
One day when the little bunny hopped
into the Old Farm Yard he heard Cocky
Doodle say: -
“It’s a beautiful sleigh !” And just as Lit-
tle Jack Rabbit was going to ask what he
meant, the Kind Farmer came out of the
Big Red Barn with Betsy, the Old Gray
Mare, and hitched her up to a beautiful
dark green sleigh.
“Git ap !” he said, snapping the whip over
her back.
“Oh, Oh!” cried the little rabbit, “Maybe
mother is right. I guess he’s not such
a kind farmer after alll” But of course


DAILY DUTIES
It isn’t always easy
To do the things you must.
Some people if they stay at home
Say they will surely rust.
But you will find the longer
You live from day to day
That you must do the little things
That daily come your way.
“OH, dear!” sighed Little Jack Rabbit one
lovely spring morning, “I’m so tired of pol-
ishing this doorknob every day and every
day. I wish it would drop off.”
“Goodness me, little rabbit,” said Grand-
mother Magpie, who just then happened
along, “you are a disagreeable bunny boy
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this morning.” And the old lady magpie
looked at him out of her little black eyes as
much as to say: \“I wish I had that bunny
boy to bring up, I’d make him toe the
mark.”
And perhaps she would, and perhaps she
wouldn’t, for some people can bring up
other people’s children ever so much better
than their own, or even themselves. Isn’t
that strange? Well, maybe it is and maybe
it isn’t.
“What are you saying to my little bunny
boy?” asked Mrs. John Rabbit, putting her
head out of the kitchen window and scowl-
ing at Grandmother Magpie.
“Oh, nothing much,” said that meddle-
some old lady bird.
“Well, you’d better not,” said Mrs. Rab-
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7
Mrs. Oriole, “she doesn t keep her feathers
well combed.”
And then you should have heard that
_wise old blackbird laugh.
“Well, when you look in the Bubbling
Brook again,” he said, “comb your feathers,
Mrs. Oriole, and perhaps that other bird
will do the same.”
And would you believe it, that’s just what
happened? But how Professor Jim Crow
knew it I’m sure I don’t know, unless his
wife had a vanity bag with a little mirror
in it, as all the ladies do nowadays who don’t
vote, I’m told.


AN AIRSHIP RIDE
WELL, all of a sudden, as Mrs. Oriole
combed her yellow curls—beg pardon, I
mean feathers—Little Jack Rabbit heard
a voice say, quite close to his ear, “Hello!”
And when he looked around he saw his
friend the Jay Bird perched on a bramble
branch.
“How did you get here?” asked the little
rabbit.
“In my airship,” replied the little bird.
“Don’t you want to take a ride?”
“Will you wait till I finish cleaning my
gold watch?” and the little rabbit set to
work, and before long he could see his face
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It’s a lonely place, but it's home for me,
With Mrs. Eagle and children three."
“Show us the way and we’ll follow,” said
the Jay Bird, and he steered his airship after
the great American Eagle, and by and by
they came to his nest high up on the moun-
tain’s rocky crest.
The little rabbit hopped out and went
over to say how do you do to the little eag-
lets, and when they showed him their Thrift
Stamp Books, what do you think this gen-
erous little rabbit did? Why, he opened his
knapsack and gave them each a War Sav-
ing Stamp. Wasn’t that kind of him?
Then Mrs. Eagle went to the ice box for
ice cream cones, and everybody had a feast,
and after that the Jay Bird said it was time
to go. So he and the little rabbit got into the
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were just above the Bramble Patch. Mrs.
Rabbit was looking out of the window, and
as soon as she saw them way up high in the
clear blue sky, she rang the supper bell, and
Cocky Doodle sang:
Home again, my little rabbit,
That’s the place to be.
Only there true love and rest
Waits for you and ma”



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