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"The trouble," Peter Mink cried, "the trouble is, he won't let me cut off his left hind-foot!" Mr. Crow looked astonished. "And why should he?" he exclaimed. "You agreed to take, along with the foot, all the luck and everything else that goes with it. And if the rest of Jimmy Rabbit doesn't go with his left hind-foot, why I should like to know what does!" Peter Mink looked very sour.
"Yes, I'm not slow, whatever else you may say about me," chattered the Monkey, and, with that, he turned a somersault on his stick, but of course none of the people in the store saw him, for that was not allowed, you know. "Hush! The people are coming back!" suddenly called the Candy Rabbit, and, surely enough, Mirabell, Arnold and their mother came back after having seen the buzzing top.
And it was a good thing they did, for just then the bear gave a growl, like a lollypop when it falls off the stick, and the bear said: "Ah, ha! And oh, ho! A rabbit and a squirrel! Fine for me! Tag your it!" he cried, and he made a jump for Uncle Wiggily and Johnnie. But do you s'pose the bunny uncle and the squirrel boy stayed there to be caught? Indeed, they did not! "Over this way!
"Could we not send Kannoa back with the sledge, and you and I make sail after them on foot?" asked Rooney. Angut shook his head despondingly. "Of no use," he said; "they have the best dogs in our village. As well might a rabbit pursue a deer. No; there is but one course. The land-ice is impassable, but the floes out on the sea seem still to be fast.
Wilson's physical imperfections were an offence in the dalesman's eyes: "He's as widderful in his wizzent old skin as his own grandfather." Angus was not less severe on Wilson's sly smoothness of manner. "Yon sneaking old knave," he would say, "is as slape as an eel in the beck; he'd wammel himself into crookedest rabbit hole on the fell."
But it was not the big green waves or any sight in nature that drew him he sniffed and sniffed and wriggled and twisted his black nose, and raised and depressed his ears as he sniffed, and was excited solely because the upward currents of air brought him tidings of living creatures that lurked in the rocks below badger and fox and rabbit.
"Shirley!" cried Rosemary. "Sarah!" "I'm cleaning the rabbit house," shouted Sarah, and Rosemary hurried around to the side yard. "Where's Shirley?" she demanded anxiously. "Shirley? Isn't she on the porch?" Sarah's dirt-streaked face peered through the wire netting which surrounded her pets. "No, she isn't, and I'm afraid she has run away again," said Rosemary, troubled.
Now open your eyes, if you have shut them, and see Uncle Lucky, as sure as I am writing this story and you are reading it. Yes, sir. There stood the dear old gentleman rabbit, and oh, dear me, didn't he look worried? I suppose he thought he'd find Billy Bunny inside the giant.
Peter stared. Could it be that that ugly-looking bug was as dangerous an enemy to the baby Toad as Reddy Fox is to a baby Rabbit? He began to suspect so, and a little later he knew so, for there was that same little pollywog trying hard to swim and making bad work of it, because he had lost half of his long tail.
"But you always told us some day we'd find a better home, with plenty to eat, and nothing to do," whimpered Bumper, who felt quite cross. "Why did you tell us that?" Mother rabbit looked quite perplexed for a moment. "I think, dear," she said finally, "you ask more questions than any child I ever had." Bumper's eyes shone with amusement. "I have a million more of them to ask, mother.
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