ng a new house at that time of night, and after twisting my neck
till I got a cramp in it trying to see, it popped into my head that he
was working at the very place where Mr. Weasel killed my poor brother
the summer before. Then I got mighty nervous, for I knew that none of
our family was using the hole unless they'd gone in since I came from
Cheeko's new flat.

"'You might as well come out and save me the trouble of digging for
you, Sonny Bunny,' Mr. Fox said, as he stopped to catch his breath,
and my hair stood right up on end, for I began to understand that my
little Sonny Bunny, meeting Mr. Fox on the way home, had dodged in
there to get out of his way.

"'It'll be the worse for you if you make me do all this work,' Mr. Fox
said, breathing loud, for he didn't like to dig so hard for one small
rabbit, and I just really held my breath, I was so afraid Sonny Bunny
would think he could make matters any easier by trusting to that
treacherous fox. But the little fellow had good sense and lay still as
a mouse, so the miserable villain began digging again.

"Oh me, oh my, how hard I did try to think up some plan to help poor
Sonny Bunny out of the scrape, for of course it wouldn't have been any
use to make a fight with a fellow so much bigger than I was, and at
last it seemed as if I'd struck just the plan.

"I snooped around through the bushes, holding my breath mighty hard,
for Mr. Fox has a good pair of ears, till I was among a lot of
raspberry vines not so very far from the old oak. I crept 'way in
among them, although I got some pretty bad scratches, and when I was
so far in that there was no danger the 'Squire could get hold of me, I
sung out the best I knew how:

"'Oh, please, Mr. Crow, send somebody to help me, for I'm near choked
to death here among the raspberry bushes and am afraid Mr. Weasel will
come along before I can get out!'

"Then Mr. Fox stopped digging and pricked up his ears, making his
voice sound mighty soft as he asked, as if he were my best friend:

"'Who is in trouble?'

"'It's Bunny Rabbit!' I cried, making believe I thought it was Mr.
Crow who spoke. 'Please send somebody here right quick, dear Mr.
Crow!'

"'I'm coming right away,' Mr. Fox said, still making his voice soft,
and then I heard him come pattering along.

"Then was the time when Sonny Bunny should have scooted for dear life,
but the little fellow hadn't had experience with bad wood folks and
laid snug when he might have