FOR THE CHILDREN.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16513, 25 August 1921, Page 9

FOR THE CHILDREN.

MASTER BUNNY BOBBIE. , ! I Last birthday Bobbie's uncle save him for a present a copy of “ Bunny’s Adventures in Rabbit Land,’ 5 and over ! since then Bobbie has wanted to be a ' Bunny. On Saturday morning Bobbie bad a holiday from school, so ho determined that he would be a boy no longer, but would so to Rabbit Land and bo a Bunny. And, sure enough, Bobbio found himself on hands and feet in front of a rabbit hole. “ I suppose this is my home, 1 thought Bobbie. Just then, up popped a wise old Bunny and asked him what lie was doing. ‘‘Want to be a. rabbit?” he said, when Bobbie had explained. “But you haven’t any tail.” “Can't I bo a Bunny -without a tail?” asked Bobbie. “ Most certainly not,” replied the wise old Rabbit. “ You must hare a tail, and it must be white.” Bobbie was very much puzzled what to do, and at last he wont back homo aud found Martha, the cook. “ Want a tail, do you, my man?'’ she said. “ How will this do?” And she took Father’s newspaper off tho j rack and pinned it on to the end of j his jacket. ” That is fine/* said Bobbie, and hurried back to the hole. “So that is your tail?'’ remarked the wise old Bunny, with a grin. “ Well, remember, at the least sign of danger you must wave your tail, so that all other little rabbits can see it j and run away.” Just then they hoard a noise. “That’s my dog, Toby,” shouted Bobbie. “Run! run! for your life,’’ said the wise old Bunny, und disappeared. Bobbie put his bead into the hole, and pushed and tugged, but he simply couldn’t get himself all in. There was the newspaper nagging outside, and the soles and heels of his boots. Then Bobbie hoard a voice. “ Goodness me! There’s my new spaper moving about in that hole, and —gracious!—-a pair of boots.” Bobbio kept very still indeed, but it was no use. Presently he felt someone tugging at Ins boots. He thought Ihcy would pull the whole hill down, but poor little Bobbio was firmly fixed in the hole, and it wanted a lot of pulling to get him out. At last he saw the light of day on<‘e more. His face was all dirty, his suit all torn, his hands and knees all scratched. “Why, it's Bobbie!” shouted his) father. “My gracious me, whatever t have you been doing?”