When Little Rabbit finally reached home with the stamps and the Rabbitville Gazette, he found his Uncle John singing at the piano this lovely song:  
The Autumn leaves are falling
Along the Woodland ways,
In , brown and yellow coats
These cool November days.
 
They by the Old Rail Fence,
They whisper in the lane,
Or from the shivering half-clad trees
They sing a sad refrain.
 
But Mrs. Rabbit was too busy putting up carrot preserves and to even listen. All the little people of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow were getting ready for Winter.
 
The little feathered people were their wings for a long flight to the warm Southland, and the four-footed folk were nuts and grain for their storehouses.
 
The Squirrel Brothers had a bushel of nuts, and maybe more, laid away carefully in the old tree, and Chippy had filled his underground storeroom with nuts and corn.
 
Granddaddy Bullfrog was almost ready to dive into the Old Duck Pond to hide in the soft warm mud. Teddy Turtle, too, would soon find for himself a nice warm spot on the mud bottom of the mill pond before Jack Frost touched the water with his icy fingers.
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