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"Chuck racing!" he said again. "Jake, you're mad!" "No, I guess not," said Jake imperturbably. "I'm not arguing any against racing. Played straight, it's the best game in the world. I'm just asking a personal favour of you. There's nothing to be hurt about in that." There was an ominous gleam in Bunny's eyes.
"We were just seeing who could make the flattest one on the window, and Sue bumped her nose too hard. I didn't do anything!" "No, it it wasn't Bun Bunny's fault!" sobbed Sue. "I did it myself! I was trying to to flatter my nose more'n his!" "You shouldn't play such games," said Mother Brown. "I'm sorry, Sue! Let me see! Is your nose bleeding?" and she gently took the little girl's hand down.
Cow wasn't too busy to be there, and if you'll wait a minute I'll tell you the names of some more of Billy Bunny's friends: Turkey Purky, Danny Beaver, Old Mother Magpie, Timmy Chipmunk, Scatterbrains, the gray squirrel, and Shadow Tail, his brother. Daddy Fox would like to have been there, only Uncle Lucky hadn't sent him an invitation. The only friend who wasn't there was Uncle Bullfrog.
"And he would have spilled the water, too!" exclaimed Bunny's sister. "And it was real water!" "No!" cried Mr. Brown, in fun, making believe he didn't believe this. "Yes it was, really!" declared Sue, and Bunny nodded his head also. The juggler did many other tricks, even tossing balls up into the air and letting them fall in a tall silk hat he wore.
He whispers something in your ear You know you shouldn't stop to hear, And then's the time for you to say, "Oh, Mischief Man, please go away!" This is what dear good Uncle Lucky wrote in Billy Bunny's album, for it was the little rabbit's birthday, you know, and Uncle Lucky thought he ought to warn him against the Mischief Man.
As they passed from sight, he turned back into the trees and walked swiftly and silently away. It was nearly a mile across the park to the lake in the hollow, and the boy and girl tramped it steadily with scarcely a word. Chops walked sedately by Toby's side, occasionally poking his nose under her hand. Bunny's face was stern. He had the look of a man who moved with a definite goal in view.
Toby's face flushed deeply; she looked for the moment inclined to run away. Then with an impulse half-defiant, she restrained herself and caught back the smile that had so nearly vanished. She slapped the switch against her gaitered leg with boyish swagger and advanced. A quick frown drew Bunny's forehead as he observed her attitude. He spoke impetuously, almost before they met.
It's the humour of aasvogels watchin' a shot rock-rabbit kick. It's the humour of the battledore and the shuttlecock. And I'm the dicky-bird's mate and the bunny's better-half, and the other shuttlecock of the pair, and may I be blessed if I can take it smilin'!" He mops his scarlet and dripping face, and puffs and blows like a large military walrus on dry land.
"But what makes him want you to give him money?" asked Sue. "I thought a store was a place where people paid you money. I didn't think you had to pay money out. Bunny's going to keep a store when he grows up. Will he have to pay out money?" "No, I'm not going to!" cried the little boy. "People have got to pay me money, but I don't pay any."
Then she told Bunny he must not get on Mart's trapeze again, as he was too little for that sort of play. "Even if there's a lot of hay under it can't I get on?" asked Bunny. "No, not even if there's a lot of hay under it," answered Mrs. Brown. So that ended Bunny's hopes of becoming a trapeze performer in the show. But Mart still kept on practicing, and soon he could do a number of good tricks.
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