Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk

<h2><SPAN name="A_RUDE_INTERRUPTION" id="A_RUDE_INTERRUPTION"></SPAN>A RUDE INTERRUPTION</h2> <p>Now you remember in the last story how the Little Balmy Breezes were asking everybody in the Shady Forest and on the Sunny Meadows to come to Little Jack Rabbit's May Day Party. Well, there were one or two, and maybe three, who weren't invited. And if you haven't guessed by this time, I'll tell you. Old Danny Fox was one, and Mr. Wicked Weasel was two, and, let me see, who was number three? Why, yes, of course, Old Hungry Hawk. Nobody wanted these three robbers, so they weren't invited, but that isn't saying they didn't come. But you must wait and let me tell you the story, for I nearly said something I should have kept for the last.</p> <p>Well, it was almost the middle of the day by the time the Little Balmy Breezes had told everybody about the May Day Party. You see, they had to go here and there and everywhere. And the Old Brown Horse lived a long way off, and so did the Yellow Dog Tramp and the Billy Goat, who ran the ferryboat over the river.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Heigh ho, come to my party,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Let us be merry, my little Jack Hearty.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Blow on the whistle and make the bells ring,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For it's Spring, lovely Spring.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling.<br/></span></div> </div> <p>Well, pretty soon Mrs. Cow came across the Sunny Meadow with her little bell tinkling at her neck, and after her came Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny side by side. Then Ducky Waddles on his big, flat, yellow feet, and Turkey Tim with his big, wide-spreading tail, and right behind them came Goosey Lucy. I almost forgot her, for she was so long in curling her hair that the others started off without her.</p> <p>And then from the Shady Forest came the Squirrel Brothers and Chippy Chipmunk and Professor Jim Crow, with his little black book, and the Jay Bird in his flying machine, and, oh, dear me. So many more I haven't room to tell.</p> <p>"Wait for me! Wait for me!" cried a voice, and over the Old Rail Fence jumped the Brown Horse, and after him came the Yellow Dog Tramp and the Billy Goat Ferryman.</p> <p>And when they were all there, the Photographer Crane from Rabbitville got ready to take a picture. He set up his camera and put his head under the black cloth, and after he had turned a little brass knob, he said in a solemn voice:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Don't you move and don't you smile,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hold your breath a little while.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Keep your eyes just where they are,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Twinkle, twinkle, little star."<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="illus3" id="illus3"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/illus3.jpg" alt=""/></div> <h3>Photographer Crane Got Ready to Take the Picture.</h3> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>But, good gracious me! Just then something dreadful happened. And it just spoiled that lovely picture, for through the fence jumped Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel, and there was nobody left on the Sunny Meadow except the Crane Photographer. And maybe he won't be there on the next page.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />