The sight made the timid rabbit sick and faint. She drew back and hopped away through the bushes without heeding the crackling twigs or the whispered cautions of Chatter Chuk, who was now badly frightened himself. When they had withdrawn to a safe distance the squirrel said peevishly: "Oh, you foolish thing! Why did you make such a noise and racket?" "Did I?" asked Fuzzy Wuz, simply. "Indeed you did. And I warned you to be silent." "But it's all right now. We're safe from Juggerjook here," she said. "I'm not sure of that," remarked the squirrel, uneasily. "One is never safe from punishment if he is discovered breaking the law. I hope the magician was asleep and did not hear us." "I hope so, too," added the rabbit; and then they ran along at more ease, rambling through the forest paths and enjoying the fragrance of the woods and the lights and shadows cast by the sun as it peeped through the trees. Once in a while they would pause while Fuzzy Wuz nibbled a green leaf or Chatter Chuk cracked a fallen nut in his strong teeth, to see if it was sound and sweet. "It seems funny for me to be on the ground so long," he said. "But I invited you to walk with me, and of course a rabbit can't run up a tree and leap from limb to limb, as my people do." "That is true," admitted Fuzzy; "nor can squirrels burrow in the ground, as rabbits do." "They have no need to," declared the squirrel. "We find a hollow tree, and with our sharp teeth gnaw a hole through the shell and find a warm, dry home inside." "I'm glad you do," remarked Fuzzy. "If all the animals burrowed in the ground there would not be room for us to hide from each other." Chatter laughed at this. "The shadows are getting long," he said. "If you wish to be home before sunset, we must start back." "Wait a minute!" cried the rabbit, sitting up and sniffing the air. "I smell carrots!" "Never mind," said the squirrel. "Never mind carrots? Oh, Chatter Chuk! You don't know how good they are." "Well, we haven't any time to find them," he replied. "For my part, I could run home in five minutes, but you are so clumsy it will take you an hour. Where are you going now?" "Just over here," said Fuzzy Wuz. "Those carrots can't be far off." The squirrel followed, scolding a little because to him carrots meant nothing especially good to eat. And there, just beside the path, was an old coverless box raised on a peg, and underneath it a bunch of juicy, fat, yellow carrots. There was room under the box for Fuzzy Wuz to creep in and get the carrots, and this she promptly did, while Chatter Chuk stood on his hind legs a short distance away and impatiently waited. But when the white rabbit nibbled the carrots, the motion pulled a string which jerked out the peg that held up the box, and behold, Fuzzy Wuz was a prisoner!