BRAVE YELLOW DOG TRAMP
Nowif the brave Yellow Dog Tramp had been a minute later perhaps and maybe the two little rabbits would have been eaten up in the last story. For just as he came along Mr. Wicked Wolf grew impatient and with a dreadful growl jumped out from behind the Bunnymobile.
And, oh, dear me. Didn’t his eyes look fierce, and didn’t his mouth look red and his teeth white?
And if you can think of anything worse at night than a wolf’s face, please tell me, for I’d like to know if there is anything that really can scare that brave Yellow Dog Tramp.
“Stop, or I’ll bite one of your rubbertires,” screamed Mr. Wicked Wolf, and he took hold with his teeth. And then what do you think that brave Yellow Dog Tramp did?
Why, he leaned out of the automobile and hit that wolf on the head with a monkey wrench, and that wolf saw three million five hundred and ninety-nine and a half stars, and then he rolled over on the snow and began to cry, and then the tire which he had bitten burst and all the air came out—Oh, dear me, now I’m saying something which isn’t true, for the Bunnymobile had runners in the winter and not wheels.
So how could air come out of a steel runner? No, sir, that wasn’t what happened at all. It was this way.
The old gentleman rabbit got out the air pump and blew snow all over that wolf tillhe was covered with a drift as high as the Old Rail Fence and it took him all night to dig himself out.
Well, after that Uncle John Hare started off for home, but just before he reached the corner of Lettuce Avenue and Carrot Street, he came across the Policeman Dog, who, when he saw the Yellow Dog Tramp, shouted:
“Stop the car,” and this made Uncle John Hare angry, for he knew that Policeman Dog wanted to arrest the Yellow Dog Tramp. So Uncle John Hare made the Bunnymobile go so fast that the Policeman Dog’s whistle fell out of his mouth.
“That’s very kind of you,” said the Yellow Dog Tramp, and he began to bark, and just then a little deer came by.
“Can you tell me if Santa Claus isaround? I have a brother who helps pull his sleigh and I want to see him.”
“I guess you’re too late, my little deer,” said Uncle John Hare, “Xmas is over and Santa Claus won’t come again for another year.” And then the little deer began to cry:
“Oh, dear, it is so long to wait’Till Xmas comes around,What shall I do until the timeWhen Xmas bells will sound.”
“Oh, dear, it is so long to wait’Till Xmas comes around,What shall I do until the timeWhen Xmas bells will sound.”
“Oh, dear, it is so long to wait’Till Xmas comes around,What shall I do until the timeWhen Xmas bells will sound.”
“Oh, dear, it is so long to wait
’Till Xmas comes around,
What shall I do until the time
When Xmas bells will sound.”
“Jump into my Bunnymobile,” said kind Uncle John Hare. “You come home with us. I have a little barn right next to my garage where it’s nice and warm. You shall have some hay to eat.”
So the little deer jumped into the Bunnymobile and the kind old gentleman rabbit took him home, and on the next page you shall hear what happened after that.