Let me see. It was raining in the last story when we left off, wasn'tit? Billy Bunny and the little freshwater crab were talking together,weren't they?

That's it, and now I know where to begin, for it really is stopped rainingsince then and Mr. Happy Sun is shining in the sky and the littleclouds are chasing each other over the white meadows like little lambs.

"I like that little piece of poetry you just exclaimed," cried the littlerabbit. "Please say another." So the freshwater crab wrinkled hisforehead, and then he began: