long just then.

Well, sir! He wound his trunk around that pile of hay and put it back on
the wagon. Then he dropped in his pocket the nickel the farmer gave him,
but he wouldn't take the carrot cent that grateful Uncle John offered
him.

[Illustration: The Elephant Put the Hay Right Back on the Wagon.
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"I'm so nervous you'd better drive," cried the old gentleman hare. So
Little Jack Rabbit took the wheel and for a little while everything went
along nicely. But pretty soon it grew dark, so the little rabbit hopped
out to light the lamps. But when he struck a match he found that the
lamps were smashed to pieces. You see, they had hit the back of the
hay wagon.

"What shall we do?"

"Get in and go along the best you can," answered the old gentleman hare.
"We ought to be pretty near home by this time." And I guess they would
have reached his little red house in a few minutes if the Policeman Dog
hadn't stopped them.

"What do you mean by running your Bunnymobile without lights?" he
growled. "I'll fine you ten bones!"

"Make it carrots and I'll pay you," said Uncle John.

But the Policeman Dog wouldn't take carrots. You see, he liked bones
much better. Then he jumped on the running board and told them to drive
to Station House No. 13.

But wasn't it lucky? They had gone only a little way when they came to a
butcher shop, where Uncle John traded ten carrots for ten bones. And
when he gave them to the Policeman dog, he told them they might drive
home slowly.

But, oh dear me. All of a sudden a big owl gave a hooty toot. No sooner
did the two little rabbits hear that dreadful noise than they hopped out
of the Bunnymobile and into a hollow stump. "You'll be safe, now," said
a little grasshopper from her Clover Patch House, nearby.

TWO PIGEONS

Well, I'm going to tell you right away that the two little rabbits got
safely home, although they had to hide all night in the hollow stump
from the old owl. But the grasshopper stayed in the clover patch and
built a little house with a front-door latch.

Well, as soon as they had run the Bunnymobile in the garage, they went
into the little red house, and had breakfast. After that was over Little
Jack Rabbit said good-by and hopped off home to the Old Bramble Patch.
And while he was hopping along who should come by but old Professor Jim
Crow with his little Black Book.

"Helloa there, little rabbi