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It sounded like "Swish, swish," very soft and far away. He listened. It was a queer little sound, low down in the grass, "rustle rustle rustle"; Raggylug was interested. But he never moved his nose or his paws; he lay still.
The hounds come to the very spot and halt and cast about; and halt and cast in vain. Their spell is broken by the merry stream, and the wild thing lives its life. And this was one of the great secrets that Raggylug learned from his mother "after the Brierrose, the Water is your friend." One hot, muggy night in August, Molly led Rag through the woods.
But Raggylug never moved his nose, nor his paws; he lay still. Once a lady-bird took a walk down a blade of grass, over his head; she was so top-heavy that pretty soon she tumbled off and fell to the bottom, and had to begin all over again. But Raggylug never moved his nose nor his paws; he lay still. The sun was warm, and it was very still. Suddenly Raggylug heard a little sound, far off.
Once there was a little furry rabbit, who lived with his mother deep down in a nest under the long grass. His name was Raggylug, and his mother's name was Molly Cottontail. Every morning, when Molly Cottontail went out to hunt for food, she said to Raggylug, "Now, Raggylug, lie still, and make no noise. No matter what you hear, no matter what you see, don't you move.
"Run, Raggylug, run!" said his mother, keeping the snake busy with her jumps; and you may believe Raggylug ran! Just as soon as he was out of the way his mother came too, and showed him where to go. When she ran, there was a little white patch that showed under her tail; that was for Raggy to follow, he followed it now.
With all the strength of his tiny limbs he tried to run. But in a flash the Snake had him by one ear and whipped around him with his coils to gloat over the helpless little baby bunny he had secured for dinner. "Mam-my Mam-my," gasped poor little Raggylug as the cruel monster began slowly choking him to death.
"Pooh," thought Raggylug, "I'm not a baby rabbit, I am three weeks old; I'll find out what this is." He stuck his head over the top of the nest, and looked straight into the wicked eyes of a great big snake. "Mammy, Mammy!" screamed Raggylug.
The crows still come in spring-time to Castle Frank, but without their famous leader their numbers are dwindling, and soon they will be seen no more about the old pine-grove in which they and their forefathers had lived and learned for ages. RAGGYLUG, The Story of a Cottontail Rabbit RAGGYLUG, or Rag, was the name of a young cottontail rabbit.
She wasn't a timid little cottontail rabbit then; she was a mother whose child was in danger. And when she came to Raggylug and the big snake, she took one look, and then hop! hop! she went over the snake's back; and as she jumped she struck at the snake with her strong hind claws so that they tore his skin. He hissed with rage, but he did not let go.
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