Well, it was still evening, you know, and the little fireflies who had
crawled into the lamps made them as bright as possible, so it wasn't
hard to steer the automobile. And, after a while, maybe a mile, they
came to a house, where lived a gray mouse, all alone by herself in a
hole near a shelf, where cake and mince pies made her open her eyes,
for they looked, oh, so good, as a pie or cake should.
Now I didn't know I was going to write poetry or I should have let my
hair grow long like a poet instead of going to the barber for a shave.
Well, anyway, the two little rabbits stopped the automobile right in
front of mousie's door and when she heard the horn go honk, honk, she
came to the window and looked out.
"Why, it's Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot," she squeaked, and then she opened
the door and asked the two little rabbits in and gave them some pie
and cake.
"You can put the automobile in the barn if you like," she said, "and
spend the night here, for it's getting very dark and maybe you'll run
into something." So Billy Bunny took the Luckymobile around to the
barn, and just then an old owl began to toot:
"I'm very fond of little gray mice,
And little white rabbits, too, are nice.
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