“Now when old Mr. Rabbit heard that Old Mother Nature was coming, his heart sank way, way down, for he knew just how angry she would be when she saw his house, his garden and his shabby suit.

“‘Oh, dear!  Oh, dear!  What shall I do?’ wailed Mr. Rabbit, wringing his hands.

“‘Get busy and clean up,’ advised Mr. Woodchuck, hurrying about his own work.

“Now Mr. Woodchuck was a worker and very, very neat.  He meant to have his home looking just as fine as he could make it.  He brought up some clean yellow sand from deep down in the ground and sprinkled it smoothly over his doorstep.

“‘I’ll help you, if I get through my own work in time,’ shouted Mr. Woodchuck over his shoulder.

“That gave Mr. Rabbit an idea.  He would ask all his neighbors to help him, and perhaps then he could get his house and garden in order by the time Old Mother Nature arrived.  So Mr. Rabbit called on Mr. Skunk and Mr. Coon and Mr. Mink and Mr. Squirrel and Mr. Chipmunk, and all the rest of his neighbors, telling them of his trouble and asking them to help.  Now, in spite of the trouble Mr. Rabbit was forever making for other people by his dreadful curiosity and meddling with other people’s affairs, all his neighbors had a warm place in their hearts for Mr. Rabbit, and they all promised that they would help him as soon as they had their own work finished.

“Instead of hurrying home and getting to work himself, Mr. Rabbit stopped a while after each call and sat with his arms folded, watching the one he was calling on work.  Mr. Rabbit was very fond of sitting with folded arms.  It was very comfortable.  But this was no time to be doing it, and Mr. Skunk told him so.

“’If you want the rest of us to help you, you’d better get things started yourself,’ said old Mr. Skunk, carefully combing out his big, plumy tail.

“‘That’s right, Mr. Skunk!  That’s right!’ said Mr. Rabbit, starting along briskly, just as if he was going to hurry right home and begin work that very instant.

“But half an hour later, when Mr. Skunk happened to pass the home of Mr. Chipmunk, there sat Mr. Rabbit with his arms folded, watching Mr. Chipmunk hurrying about as only Mr. Chipmunk can.

“Finally Mr. Rabbit had made the round of all his friends and neighbors, and he once more reached his tumble-down house.  ‘Oh, dear,’ sighed Mr. Rabbit, as he looked at the tangle of brambles which almost hid the little old house, ’I never, never can clear away all this!  It will be a lot easier to work when all my friends are here to help,’ So he sighed once more and folded his arms, instead of beginning work as he should have done.  And then, because the sun was bright and warm, and he was very, very comfortable, old Mr. Rabbit began to nod, and presently he was fast asleep.

“Now Old Mother Nature likes to take people by surprise, and it happened that she chose this very day to make her promised visit.  She was greatly pleased with all she saw as she went along, until she came to the home of Mr. Rabbit.