Mr. Fox laughed long and loud at this cruel joke, and b.u.mper winced; but he was playing for time to think of a plan to escape. Evidently Mr. Fox was not to be outwitted by flattery, and he determined upon another ruse.
There was a fallen tree near him, but to reach it he would have to advance a few feet straight toward the fox. The heart of the tree was rotten and hollow, and to escape in this was b.u.mper"s design. But how to distract Mr.
Fox"s attention until he could reach it was the question.
"Oh, Mr. Fox," he said suddenly, "I met Mr. Crow on the river, and he asked me about the white crows in the city. When I told him, he flew away to the city to see if living there would turn him white. That"s a joke on Mr. Crow all right, isn"t it?"
"Yes--but are there white crows in the city?"
"There are white rabbits. Then why not white crows, and white foxes?"
"White foxes?"
"Yes, why not? Didn"t you ever see one?"
"No, but I"ve heard of them, it seems to me, but they live way up north, don"t they?"
"If you want to see one now," continued b.u.mper, "look at the sun for ten seconds, and sneeze twice, and then--"
"What then?"
"Do as I tell you, and then I"ll tell you the rest."
Mr. Fox, after all, was a little vain, or at least very curious, and this strange proposition interested him. He raised his head, and looked straight into the blinding sun.
"Now count--one, two, three, four, and sneeze," added b.u.mper.
No fox can look hard at the sun long without sneezing, and after counting six this one nearly sneezed his head off. That was what b.u.mper was waiting for. He made a dive for the hollow tree, and got inside of it. When Mr.
Fox reached the log, and found the hole too small for him, he was quite mad, and said: "I"ll make you pay for that trick some day, Mr. Rabbit."
STORY XII
b.u.mPER ADMIRED BY THE BIRDS
It isn"t good for us to be too smart. It sometimes makes us vain, and then one day we overdo it. b.u.mper had some excuse for playing the trick on Mr.
Crow and Mr. Fox, for his life depended upon it; but his success was giving him a little swelled head. He began to feel that he could get out of any danger by using his wits.
"It takes a city rabbit to find a way out of difficulty," he reflected, as he lay snugly in the hollow trunk of the tree. "These country animals are dull-witted. I do hope my cousins of the woods are not so stupid. Perhaps they are, and that"s why people say rabbits are cunning but very stupid."
This sort of reasoning was the very thing that got him in trouble, and nearly caused his death. He was so sure that he had outwitted Mr. Fox, he decided after a while to leave the hollow trunk, and eat some of the green leaves and branches growing around outside.
But he knew less about the cunning and patience of the fox than he thought. Instead of trotting off in the woods, chagrined and disgusted by his defeat, the fox was lying low ready to pounce on the white rabbit the moment he showed himself. He was so still that b.u.mper couldn"t hear the rustle of a leaf or the snap of a twig.
"I think I"ll go out now," b.u.mper said finally. "I"m dreadfully hungry."
Instead of poking his head out cautiously to investigate, he walked straight from the hollow trunk into the very jaws of the fox. There was a sharp click of teeth, and b.u.mper felt a terrible pain in one of his long ears. He must have leaped five feet in the air, and another five feet sideways. The fox had missed his neck by an inch, but to make up for this mistake, he now pursued the rabbit, leaping nearly as high in the air to catch him as b.u.mper.
Terrified by the attack, and not knowing what to do, the white rabbit jumped this way and that, clearing high bushes and landing in dense thickets that tore his fur and hurt him terribly. But the fox followed him, paying no attention to the briers and thorns.
It was a narrow escape. For a moment b.u.mper thought his time had come. He couldn"t get back to the hollow tree trunk, and there was no other hiding-place near that the fox couldn"t follow him in.
It certainly would have gone hard with him, and the rest of his adventures could never have been told, if a couple of blue jays hadn"t built a nest in a tree directly over him. The commotion in the bushes startled the birds, and with loud, shrill cries they darted down to see what was doing.
The sight of the fox angered them. Foxes robbed birds" nests whenever they got a chance, and the blue jays knew this. Therefore, a fox in the neighborhood of their home was not to be tolerated.
They flew down like two blue streaks and landed their sharp bills on the head and face of Mr. Fox. One stroke came so near to one of his eyes that he dodged and ducked, and stopped pursuing b.u.mper long enough to snap at the birds.
But the blue jays were prepared for this, and they kept well beyond his reach. As soon as he turned from them to the rabbit again they flew back to the attack. They punished him unmercifully, pecking at him until he was so angry that he could hardly see straight.
Meanwhile, of course, b.u.mper was taking advantage of this interruption. He was running through the underbrush as fast as he could until he was far ahead. Right and left he searched for a hole or any kind of an opening he could crawl in. And there, just ahead of him, appeared what he was looking for! This time it was the hollow branch of a giant tree hanging down, with one end still attached to the trunk.
b.u.mper was in the hollow branch like a flash. Mr. Fox reached it just a moment too late, and to vent his anger at losing the rabbit the second time he clawed and snapped at the branch as if he would rip it asunder.
But the limb, with a decayed heart, had a stout sh.e.l.l, and the fox soon gave it up in disgust.
Now, the hollow branch, as you know, had one end on the ground, and the other still attached to the trunk where the wind had broken it off. So b.u.mper found his hole slanting upward, and as he crawled through to the other end he was actually climbing a tree. Perhaps you have heard that rabbits can"t climb trees, but b.u.mper did in this instance.
When he reached the upper end, he found himself ten feet from the ground, with Mr. Fox below and unable to reach him. It was such an unusual sight to see a rabbit up a tree that the fox was more puzzled than ever. "Could white rabbits climb trees?" he asked himself.
Between his discouragement at being twice outwitted, and his amazement at finding a white rabbit with pink eyes that could climb a tree, Mr. Fox finally dropped his tail between his legs and trotted away. b.u.mper watched him go, and sighed with relief. The blue jays were equally relieved in mind, and once more returned to their home to guard it against invasion.
When b.u.mper stuck his head out of the upper end of the big tree branch, he noticed that he was up among the birds which had been singing a lively concert until he interrupted them. There were birds which b.u.mper had never seen before, some with startling plumage, and others with voices that sounded like flutes.
They did not renew their singing, but perked their heads sideways and watched this strange thing popping out of the hollow limb. Finally one of them, Mrs. Oriole, clad in a suit of gold, streaked with black and gray, spoke.
"It"s Mr. Rabbit"s ghost, I do believe. Mr. Fox must have caught him after all."
"If it"s a ghost, I"d like to have some of his white fur for my nest,"
remarked Rusty the Blackbird. "I think I"ll steal some."
"He"s a pretty lively ghost," warned Piney the Purple Finch. "I wouldn"t venture too near."
b.u.mper blinked his pink eyes at them, and smiled.
"I"m not a ghost yet," he said. "I"m quite alive and well, but very hungry. If you don"t mind I"ll eat a few of these delicious green leaves."
The birds watched him in silence. They were as curious and puzzled as the Crow had been. Finally, Mr. Pine Grosbeak plucked up courage to approach nearer.
"If you"re really alive," he said, "let me pluck some of those beautiful white hairs as souvenirs. I never saw such lovely fur before."
"You can have one hair," laughed b.u.mper, "just to prove to you that I"m a real live rabbit."
Mr. Pine Grosbeak took him at his word, and plucked a hair from his back.
It made b.u.mper wince.
"Surely you"ll give me one, too, for my nest," added Piney the Purple Finch, and without waiting for consent he plucked two. Rusty the Blackbird came swooping down next. "I need some of your beautiful white fur to show my little ones," he said. "I"ll take three."
The other birds expressed their admiration, and then begged a few hairs, too. There was Mrs. Crested Flycatcher, and Mrs. Phbe Bird, and little Towhee the Chewink. The process of extracting a few hairs from his back caused b.u.mper exquisite pain, but he wanted to be obliging, especially as the birds all admired and flattered him.