Bunny Rabbit's Diary

Bunny Rabbit had a book for Christmas. Mother Rabbit made it for him out of maple leaves, pinned together with thorns from the rose-bush on the stone wall. Bunny clapped his hands when he saw the book, and sat down at once on the old stump to read the stories. But there was not a story in the whole book—no, not one! There wasn't even a picture. "You must write the book yourself," Mother Rabbit told him. "Then you will be sure to like it." So Bunny Rabbit wrote the book about the good times he had with Bobtail and Billy, and all his other playmates and about Sammy Red Squirrel's flying machine, and Bobby Gray Squirrel's peanut party and about many other things. He hid the book in the hollow tree where no one would find it. But some one did find it,—some one who knew how to read the funny little tracks of rabbit writing,—and here are the stories in Bunny Rabbit's Diary.