“Bunny Boy!” called Little Rabbit’s mother, oh, so early, as Mr. Merry Sun climbed up the blue gray sky of the early morning, “Get up, little bunny!”  
So the little rabbit out of bed; and after he had combed his hair with a little chip, he ran downstairs to ask his mother about the early worm Professor Jim Crow had mentioned in the last story. After breakfast he hopped out on the Sunny Meadow and looked about him. Mr. Merry Sun was shining down on the frosty dew and Billy Breeze was very , and the meadow grass brown and . It didn’t look at all like the lovely Sunny Meadow.
 
“Oh, dear,” sighed the little rabbit, “all the flowers are gone, and most of the birds have flown to the sunny South.” Just then Professor Jim Crow flew by with his little Black Book under his wing:
 
“Helloa, there, little bunny, how are you this chilly day?” And then that old crow began to read out of his little book:
 
“Little rabbit’s coat of brown
Soon will turn to white.
Then among the snowy drifts
He can hide from sight.
“You see how Mother Nature looks after you,” said that wise old blackbird. “In the summer your coat is brown like the dry grass and brambles. But when winter comes it tu............