"You are, you two bad foxes," exclaimed Billy Bunny, but he didn't come outof that hollow stump. No, sireemam, he staid inside and so did thelittle lady rabbit, and by and by the two bad foxes went away and toldtheir portlyher, Daddy Fox, all about it, and he exclaimed, "Don't make anyexcuse.

"You are fairly poor hunters if you can't catch a rabbit when he'sdancing the Fox Trot." And I guess he was right, for Slyboots andBushy Tail were so ashamed that they didn't dare look in theirmother's looking-glass for two days and three nights.

And in the next story if Billy Bunny gets out of that hollow stumpbefore I see him, I'll ask Robbie Redbreast to tell me what he does sothat I can write to-morrow's story for you to read.