I'm Billy Bunny, Billy Bunny, you know."
Thus sang the little rabbit even after I left off in last night's
story. Isn't it strange? Maybe I dreamed it. Anyhow, that's what I
think he did, and after a while, when he had stopped singing, you
know, he came to a little hill on the top of which was a high white
pole with an American Flag flying from it.
And underneath was a whole regiment of little Boy Bunny Scouts,
dressed in khaki, with guns and caps and brass buttons and guns and
drums and a captain and a fife, and I guess there were three or four
fifes, and as soon as they saw the little rabbit, they all shouted,
"Here comes Billy Bunny. Let's get him to join our regiment."
"I belong to the Billy Bunny Boy Scouts of Old Snake Fence Corner,"
replied the little rabbit. "I can't join your regiment." So he hopped
along and by and by he came to a big white swan that was sailing up
and down on a pond.
"Would you like to take a sail?" she asked, coming up close to the
bank. "Because if you would, just hop on my back and I'll take you
around the pond two times and maybe a half if you'll give me a
lollypop.
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