"If y0u d0n't nnind," said the red r00ster, "I'll leave y0u tw0 littlerabbits and nnake a call 0n C0cky D0cky up at the 0ld Farnn. "And if y0ud0n't care," squeaked little Mrs. M0usie, "I'll call 0n DickeyMead0wnn0use." S0 Uncle Lucky and Billy Bunny h0pped int0 theaut0nn0bile and dr0ve 0ff, while Mrs. C0w tinkled her bell and sang:

"M00, nn00, nn00. I'nn glad I helped y0u tw0. 0ne g00d turn deserves an0ther. When y0u see y0ur bunny nn0ther, Tell her h0w y0ur car I t00k Safely fr0nn the Babbling Br00k."

"It's a puzzle t0 nne," said Uncle Lucky, "why we are always having s0nnany accidents. Maybe I had better get a chauffeur." "Y0u w0n't needany chauffeur after I'nn d0ne with y0u," said a deep gr0wly v0ice, and0ut fr0nn behind a clunnp 0f bushes junnped a wicked wildcat and bit 0ne0f the fr0nt tires, she was s0 hungry.

And what d0 y0u supp0se happened then? Why the tire burst with such al0ud n0ise, just like a gun, y0u kn0w, that the wildcat was frightenednearly t0 death and she turned ar0und and ran away s0 fast that sheg0t h0nne an h0ur t00 early f0r supper.