E-text prepared by Al Haines
Bunny Rabbit had a book for Christmas. Mother Rabbit made it for himout of maple leaves, pinned together with thorns from the rose-bush onthe stone wall. Bunny clapped his hands when he saw the book, and satdown at once on the old stump to read the stories. But there was not astory in the whole book—no, not one! There wasn't even a picture.
"You must write the book yourself," Mother Rabbit told him. "Then youwill be sure to like it."
So Bunny Rabbit wrote the book about the good times he had with Bobtailand Billy, and all his other playmates. He wrote about the slide theymade on the long hill beside the pond; about Mrs. Duck's swimminglesson, and the kite Bobtail made out of a leaf from the big oak tree;about Sammy Red Squirrel's flying machine, and Bobby Gray Squirrel'speanut party.
He hid the book in the hollow tree where no one would find it. But someone did find it,—some one who knew how to read the funny little tracksof rabbit writing,—and here are the stories in Bunny Rabbit's Diary.