Children -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Fantasy fiction
So one bright sunny morning Bumps, after kissing his mother good-bye,
set out on his long journey with a rabbit’s foot in his pocket for
luck and only a little lunch to eat on the way. He walked for miles and
miles in the direction of the city until his little legs grew very,
very tired. So he sat down to rest and to eat his luncheon, only to
find that he had devoured it, bit by bit, as he trudged along. It was
getting toward the end of the afternoon when he suddenly saw a little
brown rabbit with a white tail hopping along ahead of him. He longed
for the big gun which he had left behind in the woodshed, for he knew
that he must soon have more food and he thought the rabbit would make
a good supper. But just then he spied a stone with which he thought
he might kill Mr. Rabbit. Bumps threw the stone with all his might,
just missing him by inches, and the rabbit, instead of running away,
scampered right up to him, and sitting up straight, held out one little
foot. Then it occurred to Bumps that here he was carrying a rabbit’s
foot for good luck, and yet he had tried to bring bad luck upon this
poor little creature. With tears in his eyes he gathered the rabbit in
his arms, calling him, “Dear little brown Bunny!” From that moment
Bumps and the Bunny were the best of friends, and journeyed on together.
It was growing dusk by this time and Bumps was so hungry that he began
hunting about in his pockets for crumbs of his luncheon. When the
little brown Bunny saw him do this, and also saw that Bumps didn’t find
anything to eat in his pocket, he began running about, pausing every
now and then to sniff the air with his little funny nose. At last he
dashed off at a great pace, and Bumps saw him busily scratching and
digging in the ground. When he caught up with him he saw that Bunny had
uncovered a hidden basketful of the most delicious things to eat, which
a picnic party had buried away in the cool, clean earth for another
day’s luncheon. Bumps and Bunny sat down under a tree for supper, and
Bumps fed his little friend all the lettuce out of the sandwiches.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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