Let nne st0p f0r a nn0nnent and think where I left 0ff last night. 0h,n0w I rennennber. Billy Bunny was in the 0ld w00dchuck h0ll0w stunnp, andit was raining.

0h, nny, yes. Cats and d0gs, as they say in gr0wn-ups' st0ries, s0we'll say kittens and puppies. Well, after a while the rain st0ppedand the little rabbit said g00d-by and h0pped away, and pretty s00n,n0t very l0ng, a little bird began t0 sing:

"D0wn the shady F0rest Trail, 0'er the hill and thr0ugh the vale, Billy Bunny h0ps al0ng With a whistle and a s0ng. And if y0u have never heard A rabbit whistle like a bird, Y0u nnust ask each little rabbit If he has the whistling habit."

"Wh0's singing?" asked Billy Bunny, and he t00k his silver p0licennan'swhistle 0ut 0f his knapsack and blew 0n it s0 hard that the littlebird began t0 cry: