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It was very lonesome for Sammie Littletail to stay in the underground house for a whole week after he had been caught in the trap. He had to move about on a crutch, which Uncle Wiggily Longears, that wise old rabbit, gnawed out of a piece of cornstalk for him.

“Oh, dear, I wish I could go out and play!” exclaimed Sammie one day. “It’s awfully tiresome in here in the dark. I wish I could do something.”

“Would you like a nice, juicy cabbage leaf?” asked Susie.

“Wouldn’t I, though!” cried Sammie. “But there isn’t any in the pantry. I heard Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy tell mother so.”

“I’ll go to the store and get you some,” offered his sister. “I know where it is.”

The cabbage store was a big field where Farmer Tooker kept his cabbage covered with straw during the winter. It was not far from the burrow, and, though it was not really a store, the rabbits always called it that. So that was where Susie Littletail went. She scraped the snow off the straw with her hind feet and kicked the straw away so she could get at the cabbage. Then she began to gnaw off the sweetest leaves she could find for her little sick brother. She had broken off quite a number of leaves, and was thinking how nice they would be for him, when she suddenly smelled something strange.

It was not cabbage nor turnips nor carrots that Susie smelled. Nor was it sweet clover, nor any smell like that. It was the smell of danger, and Susie, like all her family, could smell danger quite a distance. This time she knew it was a man with a dog and a gun who was coming toward her. For Uncle Wiggily Longears had told Susie how to know when such a thing happened.

“Oh, it’s some of those horrid hunters; I know it is!” exclaimed Susie. “I must run home, though I haven’t half enough cabbage.”

She took the leaves she had gnawed off in her mouth and hopped away toward the underground house. All at once a dog sprang out of the bushes at Susie and the man with the gun shot at her, but he did not hit her. Susie was so frightened, however, that she dropped the cabbage leaves and ran for her life.

Oh, how fast Susie Littletail ran and hopped. She never ran so fast before in all her life, and, just as the dog was going to grab her, she saw the back door of her house, and down into it she popped like a cork going into a bottle.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Susie cried three times, just like that. “I am safe!” and she ran to where her brother was resting on a bed of leaves.

“Why, Susie!” Sammie called to her. “Whatever is the matter?”

“Yes. Why have you been running so?” asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy. “What happened?”

“A big dog chased me,” answered Susie. “But I got away.”

“Where is my cabbage?” Sammie wanted to know. “I am so hungry for it.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but I had to drop it,” explained Susie. “Oh, Nurse Jane, is papa home safe? Where is Uncle Wiggily Longears? I hope neither of them is out, for I’m afraid that hunter and his dog will see them.”

“Your uncle is asleep in his room,” said the muskrat nurse. “His rheumatism hurts him this weather. As for your papa, he has not come home yet, but I guess he is wise enough to keep out of the way of dogs. Now don’t make any noise, for your mamma is lying down with a headache. I have a little preserved clover, done up in sugar, put away in the cupboard, and I will give you some.”

“That is better than cabbage,” declared Sammie, joyfully.

But, just as Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy was going to the cupboard to get the sugared clover, something ran down into the underground house. It was a long, thin animal, with a sharp nose, sharper even than Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy’s nose, and when the nurse saw the curious little beast, she cried out in fright.

“Oh, run, children! Run!” she screamed. “This is a very dreadful creature indeed! It is a ferret, but I will drive him out, and he shan’t hurt you!”

Then Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, dropping the pan of potatoes she was peeling for supper, sprang at the ferret. And in the next story, you shall hear how Miss Fuzzy-Wuzzy drove the ferret from the underground home and saved the bunny children.

But of course I cannot tell the story if the rice pudding throws its raisins at the coffee pot.