The Farmer Comes

“ Oh no! ” thought Flopsy. “ The farmer is coming! ”

Mrs. Tittlemouse jumped into a pot. Flopsy hid under the paper bag. The other bunnies were still sleeping.

Flopsy shook with fear. “ This is terrible, ” she thought. “ The farmer will get the bunnies! ”

The farmer had a sack of grass. He dumped the grass onto the trash pile.

“ Huh. ” The farmer looked down. “ I see . . . little brown ears. ”

The farmer bent closer to the pile. “ One . . . two . . . three . . . Three little rabbits! ”