Then said Papa Hare, "Do not wake me from my nap any more now, and when the big moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day. I will take you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and eat, and be very safe, for MAN will be in his home, and DOG in his, and HAWK in hers." "I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like." "Do not wake me," said Papa Hare, and he shut his eyes and put his ears down. "Come here," said Mama Hare, "and I will tell you a tale of the cold time of the year when snow is over bush and tree and our good food, and what came to the hare who did just as his Mama told him not to. Step, step, step in the snow he went till he came to the Red Fire, and--" "I do not want to hear the tale," said Tiny Hare. "I want to do just as I like." [Illustration: "HE SAW HAWK FAR UP IN THE SKY."] "Do not wake me from my nap, then," said his Mama, and she shut _her_ eyes and put _her_ ears down. Just then Tiny Hare saw a Wind Ball roll by. A Wind Ball is the part of one kind of a weed that is left when the weed does not grow any more, and it is dry and like wool, and it can roll like a ball, and fly as fast as a bird. "I can run as fast as you," said Tiny Hare. "I can do just as I like, and I want to get you." On went the Wind Ball, roll, roll, roll, and on went Tiny Hare, leap, leap, leap. Just as he was near it, the Wind Ball rose into the air, and flew like a bird, and on went Tiny Hare, jump, jump, jump. Roll and fly, roll and fly went the Wind Ball, and leap and jump, leap and jump went Tiny Hare till he was not able to run any more, and his feet were sore. He lay down to rest, but soon MAN came by, and Tiny Hare ran into a hole in a tree, and now how he _did_ wish that he was at home! [Illustration: "DOG CAME BY, AND TINY HARE RAN INTO A HOLE."] By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and DOG came by, and Tiny Hare ran into a hole in a wall, and how he _did_ wish he was at home! By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and he ran, and he ran, and he ran! And, by and by, he saw HAWK far up in the sky, and Tiny Hare ran into a bush, and how he _did_ wish he was at home. By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and Wind Ball went by once more. "I can't get you, and I don't want to," said Tiny Hare, but the wind was low, and Wind Ball went roll, roll, roll, slow, slow, slow, and Tiny Hare went with it, limp, limp, limp, and by and by he saw his home. Tiny Hare ran as fast as a hare with lame feet can run, and soon he went in and lay down in the home by his Mama. "I have not been good, Mama," he said very low in her ear in a way that a tiny hare has. "Be good now, then," she said. "I want to," said Tiny Hare, and then he said, "Do not wake me," and he shut _his_ eyes, and put _his_ ears down, and they _all_ took a nap.