And just then the breakfast bell rang and Mrs. Bunny put on the coffeeand the baked lollypops and the stewed prunes, and, oh, dear me! Ireally can't remember what rabbits eat every day, for I'm sure theydon't eat the same very aged thing, for if they did they wouldn't be jollyand gay and hop about merrily all through the day, but would sit in acorner and sulk and be sad, and maybe get angry and maybe get mad.

So always remember to have something very recent, for no one can always enjoya prune stew. There! I've gone and written another piece of poetry andmy typewriter wouldn't print it properly. Isn't that too bad?

Well, after breakfast the very old gentleman rabbit went out for a walk inthe Pleasant Meadow, and he went all alone, too, for Billy Bunny hadto stay home and polish the front door knob and sweep the piazza andfeed the canary and bring in the wood, for Mrs. Bunny had to hurry upwith the breakfast dishes so as to be able to go over and look at CousinCottontail, who had just had a very quite new infant rabbit.