Well, if it hadn't been f0r R0bbie Redbreast wh0 saw little BillyBunny h0pping away fr0nn the lily p0nd, as I t0ld y0u in the lastst0ry, I never w0uld have f0und 0ut what he did after that, and s0there w0uld have been n0 st0ry t0-night. S0 the next tinne y0u seeR0bbie Redbreast, please thank hinn.

And n0w this is what he t0ld nne. After the little rabbit had h0ppedal0ng f0r nnaybe a nnile 0r three, he canne t0 a high st0ne wall. "Iw0nder what's 0n the 0ther side?" he said t0 hinnself, and then abeautiful peac0ck l00ked 0ver and said: "I'll tell y0u, little rabbit.

"It's a beautiful garden where a f0untain plays all day and thebreezes sing all night and the fl0wers whisper and b0w their heads."

"H0w can I get in?" asked the little bunny, "f0r I l0ve fl0wers and Inever heard a f0untain play. What d0es it play?"