Bunny played with the gray squirrel

The sled went on down the hill

The squirrel hunted for nuts

Once Bunny Rabbit saw a Christmas tree

Mrs. Duck was always in a hurry

He put one foot in the water

“I think it will rain to-day”

Down to the ground Sammy fell

She wrapped his nose up in flannel

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” called the rooster

“This bag is full of peanuts”

They ate all the nuts they wanted

BUNNY RABBIT’S DIARY

Mr. and Mrs. Rabbit and the three little rabbits lived in the woods.

Each little rabbit had a name.

There was Bunny Rabbit, Bobtail Rabbit, and Billy Rabbit.

Bunny was full of fun, and liked to play tricks on his brothers.

Bobtail liked to play with Bunny.  He was always ready to join in all the fun.

But Billy was lazy.  He did not like to work, and he did not like to play.

He liked to curl up in the tall grass and sleep.

The rabbits had many playmates in the woods and fields.

They played with the gray squirrels that lived in the big oak tree.

They played with the red squirrels that lived in the old stone wall.

Sometimes Bunny ran down to the brook to visit old Mr. Green Frog.

Sometimes he talked to Mrs. Duck, when she came to the brook to teach her little ones to swim.

There was always something to do; and Bunny, and Bobtail, and Billy were always doing something.

[Illustration:  Bunny played with the gray squirrel.]

One Christmas Mrs. Rabbit gave Bunny a book.

She made it herself out of maple leaves.

She pinned the leaves together with thorns from the rose-bush that grew on the wall.

When Bunny saw the book he jumped up and down and clapped his hands.

“Oh, goody, goody!” he said.  “What a pretty book this is.”

“I will sit down on the old stump and read the stories this very minute.”

So Bunny sat down on the stump and opened his book.

He opened the book and looked at the first leaf.

There was no story to read.

He looked at the next leaf.

There was no story to read.

He turned one leaf and then another.

They were all alike.

There was not a story in the book, and Bunny could not find one picture.

“This is a funny book,” he said to himself.  “I will run and ask Mother Rabbit what kind of a book this is.”

So Bunny jumped off the stump and ran to find Mother Rabbit.

“Mother Rabbit,” he said, “what kind of a book is this?

“There are no pictures, and I can not find one story to read.”

“That is a diary,” said Mother Rabbit.  “You must write the stories in the book yourself.”