is uncle's
old home so frightened that he didn't even know what his name was.

"I said to myself that if I missed this chance of getting away I might
not have another, so off I started, but feeling mighty sorry that I
couldn't stop to see the end of the row. Do you know that I had to go
to the very lower end of my poor brother's house in order to get Sonny
Bunny? He was so scared that it didn't seem as if he heard me when I
hollered for him to come out, and I was forced to drag the little
fellow by the back of the neck so far that it made my jaws ache, for
he isn't as much of a light-weight as he used to be.

"After a while I managed to shake some sense into him, and off we
started for home, knowing by the yelps and hootings that the fight was
still going on, with Mr. Weasel holding his tongue all the while, but
most likely sawing a good deal of wood. We found Sonny's mother in
what was just the same as a fainting fit when we went into the house;
she had worried so much about us both that she couldn't stand it any
longer, and off she went into a regular spell the minute she heard
the patter of our feet on the dry leaves.

"Of course it took some time to bring her around all right, for I'm
not a very good hand at such things, and Sonny is too young to be of
much use in time of sickness, so I suppose the fight was ended before
we had matters straightened out at home; but I wanted to sneak around
through the bushes to see how the thing wound up, and I'd have done
it, too, if Sonny's mother hadn't caught me by the ear, declaring that
she'd suffered enough for one night, and I must stay with her and the
baby.

"I'd have given a good deal to know how the row ended; but it was no
use to argue with Mrs. Rabbit, so I put on my slippers and scurried
around to help get dinner, for, goodness knows, it was time all three
of us had something to eat. Nothing could have been better than those
carrots, and I had eaten two, at the same time thinking what a fool
I'd been for not bringing back more, when suddenly Sonny's mother
threw up both paws as if she were dying, and before there was time to
ask what had come over her, I heard the sound of some one scratching
at our front door.

"I didn't dare even to wait long enough to quiet Mrs. Bunny, but off I
ran through the hallway, which is very long in our house, as you may
suppose, and before reaching the door I could smell Mr. Foxy Fox as
plainly as I smell you this minute. Frightened