shel of nuts, and maybe more, laid away
carefully in the old chestnut tree, and Chippy Chipmunk had filled his
underground storeroom with nuts and corn.

Granddaddy Bullfrog was almost ready to dive into the Old Duck Pond to
hide in the soft warm mud. Teddy Turtle, too, would soon find for
himself a nice warm spot on the mud bottom of the mill pond before Jack
Frost touched the water with his icy fingers.

And Mr. John Hare had telephoned to the Old Red Rooster to come over and
put up Mrs. Rabbit's storm-door and bank the cellar windows with dry
leaves.

"Mother," said Little Jack Rabbit, as he polished the brass doorknob, "I
guess Jack Frost will soon be around."

"Shouldn't wonder," she replied, "but who's afraid of Jack Frost? Danny
Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel, to say nothing of Hungry Hawk, are more to
be feared." And that good lady rabbit began her ironing, for it was
Tuesday, the day when all Rabbitville irons Monday's wash, I'm told.

Just then Bobbie Redvest began to sing:

The summer time is over,
And all the golden hours,
No more the roses crimson bloom
Amid the garden bowers.

The little birds have left their nests
And now are strong of wing,
They will not build themselves a home
Until the lovely spring,

But fly away to Southern lands,
Where warmth and sunshine reign,
They cannot brave the winter wind,
The snow drifts in the lane.

And little four-foot furry folks
Will safely hide away,
And sleep until the winter's past
And Spring has come to stay.

AN ACCIDENT

Well, after Uncle John Hare had spent about a week at the Old Bramble
Patch, he thought it time to go home. So he called up his house and
ordered his Bunnymobile sent for him.

"Now don't worry about Little Jack Rabbit," he said to the anxious lady
bunny, "I'll take good care of him and send him home safe and sound."

Then he put on his goggles while the little rabbit cranked up the
Bunnymobile, and off they went.

You see, Uncle John was so fond of his little rabbit nephew that he
just had to take him out for a drive.

But, goodness me. They had gone only a little way when they ran into a
load of hay. And, oh dear me! It tumbled down on top of them and hid
the Bunnymobile from sight. Wasn't that dreadful?

Well, I don't know what would have happened--they would have been
smothered or had hay fever, I guess--if a big Circus Elephant hadn't
come hurrying a