se as an elephant--that is, I reckon an elephant
would raise just about such a racket, though I never saw one, but Mr.
Crow told me all about 'em. He says he's seen more'n a million in his
day, and I wouldn't wonder if that was the truth.

"It don't make any difference how much noise was being made; it was
time for me to show Grandfather Fox my heels--that I knew without
being told more than once, so off I went, moving mighty softly, for I
didn't count on letting Mr. Man get his hands on me till after I'd had
the pleasure of seeing that old fox's skin nailed on the side of the
barn, and even then it's safe to say I'd keep my weather eye lifting
pretty lively for danger, on account of Sonny Bunny if nothing more.

"After getting so far away that it didn't seem as if there could be
any danger, I hid snug in a bush and waited. It wasn't many minutes
before I heard the noise of a gun, and then I said that the end of
Grandfather Fox was come; but I couldn't seem to make up my mind to go
home and tell Mrs. Bunny the good news till I'd seen his skin on the
barn, and we knew there wasn't the least bit of a chance he could come
to life, so off I went limperty, limperty, limp, not going so fast but
that I'd be sure to hear if any of the farm people were nosing about,
when whom should I come plump up against but the president himself,
hiding among the leaves as if he'd joined the Fur section of the
club.

"'What in the name of goodness are you doing down here on the ground,
Mr. Crow?' I asked, and you'd better believe I was surprised.

"'Didn't you ever hear of a bird's scratching around for something to
eat, Mr. Rabbit?' he asked, cocking one eye up at me in the queerest
kind of way.

"'But you were regularly hiding, Mr. Crow!' I cried, and do you know,
that mixed him up so much that if there hadn't been feathers on his
head I really believe you could have seen that he was blushing.

"'Well, to tell the truth, I was watching Mr. Man,' he said after a
while, and that made me more surprised than ever, so I asked:

"'Why mightn't you do that better in a tree, sir? If I could fly as
you can, and wanted to see what was going on, you can wager all the
doughnuts Mrs. Man ever fried that I'd be up high in the air, where it
would be possible to see what was going on without stretching my neck
out of shape.'

"'As a rule I should do the same thing, Mr. Bunny; but, although I'm
really ashamed to admit it, this is one of the days wh