And then away went the two little bunnies till they came to a farm where a big turkey gobbler lived. "Gobble, gobble, gobble! Cried the great big turkey cock. I'd like to find some one to darn, The hole in my purple sock." "Give it to me and I'll take it home to my housekeeper," said Uncle John Hare. And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that. PROFESSOR CROW Now I forgot to tell you in the last story that as soon as the two little rabbits reached the farm where the big Turkey Gobbler had a hole in his purple sock, the little pig jumped out of the Bunnymobile and ran around to the pigsty, and he was in such a hurry that he forgot all about thanking them for the nice ride. "Now I hope my housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, has some purple yarn," said the old gentleman rabbit as the Turkey Gobbler handed over the sock with the hole in it, "but if she hasn't I'll get some for her at the One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Turnip City." "You're very kind," answered the Turkey Gobbler. "Some day I'll do you a favor." Well, by and by, after a while, the two little rabbits came to a hill which the Bunnymobile wouldn't go up. No, siree. It just stood still and turned its two brass lamps around to see what the old gentleman rabbit was going to do about it. "Goodness gracious me!" he said. "Now what do you think is the matter. Maybe it wants some gasoline to drink or maybe some milk. I'm sure I don't know which!" And just then Professor Crow flew by and said: "What is the matter with you, I say; There's a wire stretched across the way, Can't you see it from where you sit? The two front wheels are caught by it." "So there is," exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit. "Thank you, Professor Crow." "But how can we cut the wire?" asked the old gentleman rabbit. "I wish Mrs. Daisy Duck were here with her work basket; we could borrow her scissors." "Ha, ha!" laughed the old black crow. "If you'll give me a ride I'll cut the wire with my beak." "That will be fine," said Uncle John Hare. "Go ahead and cut it, and then jump in and we'll take you wherever you wish." In a few minutes that clever black bird cut the wire in two, and then the Bunnymobile went up the hill as nicely as you please. And when they reached the top they met a little old man with a pack on his back. He was a very queer looking person, not the least like a dwarf, but much smaller than a boy. "Take me with you, good friends," he said. "I will reward you with a present from my pack." "Jump in," said Little Jack Rabbit. "You may sit with Professor Crow on the back seat." So the little old man crawled in, bundle and all, and after a while he undid the string that tied the bag and put his hand inside. "What shall I pick from out of the bag. Say what you'd like the best. A watch or a ring or a diamond stud, Or a purple velvet vest?" THE WITCH'S SPELL