"Pooh, pooh!" he said, when he heard the news. "I'm safe in the water.
He can't get a shot at me."

"Don't be too sure," answered Little Jack Rabbit, as he ran down to the
Old Duck Pond to tell Granddaddy Bullfrog.

Now the old gentleman frog was half asleep on his log, his chin resting
on his gray waistcoat and his eyes closed, for he had just eaten a big
dinner of flies.

"Helloa, there, Granddaddy Bullfrog," shouted the little rabbit. The
old frog opened his eyes and took out his watch to see the time, for he
thought at first it was Mrs. Bullfrog calling him home.

"Oh, it's you, is it?" he said to the little rabbit. "Gracious me, I
must have fallen asleep, for I had a dream.

"I thought I'd caught a thousand flies,
All on this summer day.
But now that you've awakened me
They all have flown away.

"Oh, it was such a pleasant dream,
I fear I shall grow thinner.
You should have let me slumber on
Until I'd finished dinner."

POOR JIMMY MINK

As soon as Little Rabbit had told the old gentleman frog to watch out
for the Miller's Boy, he hopped along by the Bubbling Brook, as it wound
in and out among the trees of the Shady Forest or went splashing over
rocks and fallen logs. All of a sudden he met Jimmy Mink. But, oh dear
me! What was the matter with Jimmy Mink? He was hobbling on three legs.
What could be the matter?

"Helloa, there, Jimmy Mink," shouted the little rabbit.

"What makes you walk on three legs,
When you can walk on four?
I didn't know that you had been
A soldier in the war."

"I haven't," replied Jimmy Mink. "I got caught in a trap," and he lifted
up his right foreleg.

"Why, your foot's gone!" gasped the little rabbit. "Isn't that
dreadful?"

"Yes, it's pretty bad," answered Jimmy Mink. "But the only way I could
free myself was to bite off my foot."

"Oh! oh! oh!" cried the little rabbit, sorrowfully. "Tell me how it
happened." So Jimmy Mink explained how one day when he had crept out
of his little house under the bank of the Bubbling Brook, he had seen
a nice fat trout on an old log. "There was a queer looking iron thing
there, too," he said, "but I didn't think anything about that. But, oh
dear me! When I picked up the trout, something snapped and my leg was
caught fast. Oh, how it pinched! I pulled and pulled. But I couldn't
get away. Then I tried to bite the iron thing that held my foot, but
I couldn't b