It’s really too bad that the Miller’s Boy Should be snooping around with his gun.
Why doesn’t he stay in the Old Mill all day
And leave little folks to their fun?
 
That’s what the Little People of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow thought. You see, the Miller’s Boy had very little to do just now, for the farmers were busy in the fields and the corn wasn’t ready to be ground into meal. So all the Miller’s Boy had to do was to attend to a few chores and then get out his gun and go hunting. And of course all the little four-footed and feathered people were dreadfully afraid of that great noisy gun.
 
“Look here,” said Mrs. Rabbit, one day to her little son, “you had better be careful. You can’t run faster than a bullet, you know. It’s all very well to run away from Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel, or to from under Hungry , but a bullet is a different thing,” and the kind lady bunny patted her small son on the left ear and gave him a piece of cherry pie.
 
Well, as soon as the pie was gone, Little Rabbit out of the Old Bramble Patch, clipperty clip, lipperty lip, and pretty soon he met Chippy and Woody Chuck in the Shady Forest.
 
“Mother says a bullet goes faster than Danny Fox,” explained the little bunny, and as everybody in the Shady Forest knew Mrs. Rabbit never told anything that wasn’t true, as Grandmother ............