Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk

<h2><SPAN name="BUSY_PEOPLE" id="BUSY_PEOPLE"></SPAN>BUSY PEOPLE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The little Balmy Breezes shook<br/></span> <span class="i0">The Pussy Willows by the brook<br/></span> <span class="i0">Until they all began to mew,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Just like real pussy kittens do.<br/></span></div> </div> <p>And this made Mrs. Cow laugh, who, in the story before this, you remember, had tinkled the little bell she carried on a leather collar around her neck, to caution her little calf not to run too far away.</p> <p>Well, just then Little Jack Rabbit came along to tell Mrs. Cow what Red Head, the Woodpecker, was doing up in the old orchard. "Yes, he's making a nice little home for Mrs. Red Head," said the little rabbit "Everybody is working but me. I'm just hopping around doing nothing," and he gave a great big sigh and scratched his left ear with his right hind foot.</p> <p>"You're the first person I ever met who longed for work," laughed Mrs. Cow. "Up at the farm the men are grumbling because they must get up with Mr. Merry Sun and work all day!"</p> <p>Just then Jimmy Jay flew by in his beautiful blue coat and white waistcoat. Now Jimmy Jay is a dreadful tease. He's the biggest tease in all the Shady Forest. And when he saw the little bunny, he stopped to ask a question.</p> <p>"Why don't you build a house for yourself on the Sunny Meadow?"</p> <p>"I don't need one," answered the little rabbit. "Old Bramble Patch, U. S. A., is where I live."</p> <p>"But everybody is building a home," went on Jimmy Jay. "Why don't you get to work?" and the mischievous little bird picked off a hard round bud and threw it at the little rabbit. Then off he flew, singing at the top of his voice:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Some folks are so lazy<br/></span> <span class="i0">They never do a thing,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But bother everybody<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who's busy in the Spring."<br/></span></div> </div> <p>"I wonder if he means me," thought the little rabbit. "Oh, dear me! I wonder if he means me!" and this time the little rabbit spoke out loud, for he felt so badly he just couldn't keep it to himself.</p> <p>"If he does he isn't telling the truth," said Bobbie Redvest.</p> <p>"He's a mischief maker," cried another voice, and there stood Timmy Meadow Mouse. "Don't let him worry you, little rabbit." After that the little bunny felt ever so much better, for what is nicer than to have your friends stick up for you in this world, I should like to know, and he hopped off home to help his mother, who was busy beating the carpets and putting up the curtains in camphor for the Summer. And after he had polished the front doorknob and fed the canary, she gave him five carrot cents and told him he might go down to the Three-in-One Cent Store to buy a raspberry lollypop.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />