During his first summer Nimble never reached Farmer Green's carrot patch once. His mother had planned to take him there. But on account of an unexpected party she had postponed¹ their visit. And somehow the right night for a trip after carrots never seemed to come again.  
Now, Nimble had never forgotten what his mother had told him about carrots. And he was going after some—so he promised himself—just as soon as he was big enough.
 
When Nimble's second summer rolled around he was big enough and old enough to prowl through the woods and fields much as he pleased. He was a Spike² Horn. And he felt fit to go to the carrot patch without waiting for anybody to show him the way.
 
So one night he stole down the hillside pasture, across the meadow, and jumped the fence into Farmer Green's garden.
 
He saw at once that somebody was there ahead of him. It was Jimmy Rabbit. He was very busy with one of Farmer Green's cabbages.
 
"I've come down to try the carrots," said Nimble.
 
Jimmy Rabbit made no reply, except to nod his head slightly. He was eating so fast that he really couldn't speak just then.
 
"Are these carrots?" Nimble inquired, as he looked about at the big cabbages, which crossed the garden in long rows.
 
Jimmy Rabbit shook his head.
 
"They seem to be good," said Nimble, "whatever they are. I'll taste of one."
 
And he did. In fact he tasted of three or four of them, eating their centers out neatly³.
 
Meanwhile Jimmy Rabbit was becoming uneasy. And at last he spoke⁴.
 
"I thought," he said, "you told me you had come down here to try the carrots."
 
"So I did," Nimble answered. "But I don't know where the carrots are."
 
"Why didn't you say so before?" Jimmy Rabbit asked him. And without waiting for a reply he cried, "Follow me! I'll show you." And he hopped⁵ off briskly, with Nimble after him.
 
Soon Jimmy Rabbit came to a halt.
 
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