well, after uncle john hare had spent about a week at the old bramble patch, he thought it time to go home. so he called up his house and ordered his bunnymobile sent for him.

“now don’t worry about little jack rabbit,” he said to the anxious lady bunny, “i’ll take good care of him and send him home safe and sound.”

then he put on his goggles while the little rabbit cranked up the bunnymobile, and off they went.

you see, uncle john was so fond of his little rabbit nephew that he just had to take him out for a drive.

but, goodness me. they had gone only a little way when they ran into a load of hay. and, oh dear me! it tumbled down on top of them and hid the bunnymobile from sight. wasn’t that dreadful?

well, i don’t know what would have happened—they would have been smothered or had hay fever, i guess—if a big circus elephant hadn’t come hurrying along just then.

well, sir! he wound his trunk around that pile of hay and put it back on the wagon. then he dropped in his pocket the nickel the farmer gave him, but he wouldn’t take the carrot cent that grateful uncle john offered him.

“i’m so nervous you’d better drive,” cried the old gentleman hare. so little jack rabbit took the wheel and for a little while everything went along nicely. but pretty soon it grew dark, so the little rabbit hopped out to light the lamps. but when he struck a match he found that the lamps were smashed to pieces. you see, they had hit the back of the hay wagon.

“what shall we do?”

“get in and go along the best you can,” answered the old gentleman hare. “we ought to be pretty near home by this time.” and i guess they would have reached his little red house in a few minutes if the policeman dog hadn’t stopped them.

“what do you mean by running your bunnymobile without lights?” he growled. “i’ll fine you ten bones!”

“make it carrots and i’ll pay you,” said uncle john.

but the policeman dog wouldn’t take carrots. you see, he liked bones much better. then he jumped on the running board and told them to drive to station house no. 13.

but wasn’t it lucky? they had gone only a little way when they came to a butcher shop, where uncle john traded ten carrots for ten bones. and when he gave them to the policeman dog, he told them they might drive home slowly.

but, oh dear me. all of a sudden a big owl gave a hooty toot. no sooner did the two little rabbits hear that dreadful noise than they hopped out of the bunnymobile and into a hollow stump. “you’ll be safe, now,” said a little grasshopper from her clover patch house, nearby.