Now let us see—oh, yes, I remember now. We left off just when little Timmy Meadowmouse his head up through the snow and said, “Helloa!”  
“Howdy, Timmy Meadowmouse,
Through the chimney of your house
Looking o’er the meadow white,
Glancing round from left to right,
You might lose your woollen socks
If  ’t weren’t I, but Danny Fox,”
 
laughed Little Rabbit, kicking up his strong legs until a big snowball hit Timmy Meadowmouse, knocking the hat off his head into a snowbank.
 
“Look out! What are you doing,” cried Timmy Meadowmouse. “That’s the new hat Mother gave me for Xmas.” Pretty soon he began to laugh, too, for he’s a merry little fellow and a good friend.
 
“My, but it’s lonely these long winter days,” sighed the little bunny. “Everybody’s sound asleep in his winter home. Only you and I and a few others are about,” and the little rabbit sighed again, for what he says is true, let me tell you.
 
For in the good Old Summer time
’Most everybody’s round,
The feathered folk are in the trees,
The on the ground.
And all the sweet and dells
Are ringing with the flower bells.
 
“Cheer up, little rabbit,” sa............