id you?

"But mother thinks you ought to sell it," said Billy Bunny, "and so
does father, for they both say you'll have a terrible accident some
day if you don't look out."

"Well then, I'll look out," said Uncle Lucky with a laugh. "But I
won't sell my Luckymobile." And then he asked Billy Bunny to make him
a visit. So the little rabbit put on his knapsack and picked up his
striped candy cane and started off, after first asking his mother's
permission, of course.

And after he had gone for maybe a million Hops, he came to a big tree
where Old Barney the Owl had his next. But of course, he wasn't awake.
Oh, my, no. He had his eyes tightly closed, for owls don't like a
bright light, you know. They can see in the dark but not in the
daytime.

But when Billy Bunny called out, "Helloa, Mr. Barney," the old
gentleman owl blinked his eyes and said, "Who's calling me?" And then
the little rabbit thought he'd play a joke, so he said, "Mr. Mouse!"

And if there was anything that Old Barney loved to eat, it was mice.
And in the next story I'll tell you what Billy Bunny did.

STORY XIII.

BILLY BUNNY AND MR. MOLE.

You remember in the last story I promised to tell you what Billy Bunny
did when Old Barney the Owl asked him, "Who's there?" and the little
rabbit replied, "Mr. Mouse," just to fool him, you know. Well, after
that

Old Barney the Owl
Gave a terrible scowl
As he looked at little Bill Bunny.
You thought you were wise,
But my blinky old eyes
Can see you are not a bit funny.
I can see from my house
You are not Mr. Mouse.

And then the old blinkerty, winkerty owl flopped down to the ground
and tried to catch the little rabbit. But Billy Bunny was too quick
for him. He jumped into a hollow stump before you could say "Jack
Rabbit!"

"Come out of there," cried Old Barney, in a screechery, teachery
voice, but you just bet the little bunny didn't. He knew what would
happen if he did.

Well, by and by, after a long while, he looked around, and, would you
believe it, he found a little pair of stairs. So down he hopped until
he came to a door on which was painted in red letters: "Mr. Mole,
Subway Contractor."

Then the little rabbit knocked on the door and pretty soon it was
opened and there stood Mr. Mole himself.

"What do you want?" he asked, trying to squint out of his little tiny
eyes that were hidden all over with hair.

"It's me--Billy Bunny," replied t