Now let me see. We left little Billy Bunny on his way to the Post Office to buy Stamps and the Rabbitville Gazette. And, oh dear me! I’m all mixed up. I can’t remember whether Timmy gave the little rabbit ten dollars or whether Old Parson did. Or whether the Squirrel Brothers wanted two stamps, or whether it was Busy who wanted three, or maybe four and perhaps five. Oh dear me again!  
But never mind. I guess the little rabbit wasn’t mixed up, for he along as happy as you please, and just before he came to Rabbitville, he heard a voice in the treetops say:
 
“Where are you going, little Hoppity ,
You’re going so fast maybe you can’t stop.”
 
“Oh, yes, I can,” answered Little Rabbit. “What do you want?”
 
“That depends on where you are going,” said Professor Jim Crow, for it was the old blackbird who had stopped the little rabbit, you see.
 
“I’m going to the Post Office to buy Mother Three Thrift Stamps and Uncle John the Rabbitville Gazette, and let me see. Oh, yes; oh, yes. Chippy Chipmunk gave me two quarters to buy him two Thrift Stamps, and Squirrel Nutcracker handed me a dollar bill to buy him four, and Busy Beaver gave me a fifty-cent piece to buy him two, and Parson Owl just now pinned in my inside pocket a ten-dollar lettuce bill to pay for forty stamps.”
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