“Where are you going?” asked Chippy Chipmunk, as Uncle Lucky sped by the Old Chestnut Tree. 

“To see Little Jack Rabbit, Lady Love’s baby,” answered the old gentleman rabbit. 

And so it went. Everybody wanted to know what was the matter, and when Uncle Lucky finally reached the dear Old Bramble Patch, he had told the glad news to every single solitary person in the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. 

BUNNY TALE 2: HUNGRY HAWK 

“Hush, little rabbit, go to sleep. 
Up in the sky the pretty stars peep; 
Down in the meadows the clover tops 
Are winking away at the lollypops,” sang Lady Love, as she rocked the cradle in which lay Little Jack Rabbit. 

Out in the kitchen Old Mrs. Bunny, who had come over for the day, was baking cabbage cake and Mr. Rabbit was reading in the Bunnybridge Bugle a story about the new baby rabbit in the Old Bramble Patch. 

“Look, mother!” cried the proud rabbit father, turning the paper toward the good lady bunny. 

“Well, I declare!” she exclaimed. “There’s his picture as sure as I’m a grandmother and you’re my son.” 

Yes, sir! On the front page was a picture of Little Jack Rabbit, and underneath, in big purple letters: 

“A new arrival at the Old Bramble Patch. Lady Love has a baby boy bunny. Carrot City, Bunnybridge, Lettucemere, and Turnip City papers please copy.” 

“It makes me as proud as a peacock to see it in the paper,” laughed Mr. Rabbit. “And to think that Little Jack Rabbit will soon be old enough to hop about the Sunny Meadow and through the Shady Forest.” 

Just then in came Timmie Meadowmouse to see the new little bunny boy. 

“Little Jack Rabbit is asleep,” explained his careful father. “Why didn’t you come early this afternoon? You ought to know, Timmie Meadowmouse, that little bunny babies are asleep by this hour.” 

“What time is it?” asked the little Meadowmouse. “I left my watch home.” 

“It’s six o’clock and Merry Sun Is hiding behind a tree; It won’t be long before he will glide Into the western sea,” answered the cuckoo from her little clock house. 

“There! It’s six o’clock. You’d better look out for Hungry Hawk. You should be home by this time,” exclaimed Mr. 

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