Well, after he had hopped along for maybe a million hops or less, he
came to a little deer on a smooth lawn. So he stopped and spoke to
him, but the pretty little animal never said a word. He didn't even
look at the little rabbit, so Billy Bunny touched him on the nose,
but, oh, dear me! It was cold and hard, not at all like the nose of a
real little deer.
But the little bunny didn't know it was a marble deer. He just thought
it was alive, you see, and he was puzzled and didn't know what to do
And then a lovely white dove flew down and said:
"He can't speak. He's only a statue."
"What is that?" asked the little rabbit, for he had never seen one
before.
"Why, a statue is a figure carved out of marble or stone," answered
the dove, and then she began to coo and comb her feathers with her
bill.
"Well, I'll just hop along then," said Billy Bunny, and he said good-
by. And after a while he came to a little house all covered with red
rambler roses, so he looked inside to see who lived there, for he
thought perhaps it might be a fairy who owned this beautiful garden
with the lovely fountain and the wonderful peacock.
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