MOSTLY ABOUT NIBBLE THE BUNNY- the 9 adventures of a lost and lonely bunny E-Book

John Breck

• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

MOSTLY ABOUT NIBBLE THE BUNNY is a story about a small bunny who loses his mother in the middle of a cold and dark winter. All alone, he is left to fend for himself. What follows is a series of 9 adventures for a very small bunny.

Along the way he meets and makes friends but also comes across those who say they want to be his friend, but really have no intention of showing Nibble friendship at all.

In this book you will find the 9 adventures of this small bunny through the wintry forest. The 9 adventures are:
    I. A Very Small Bunny Has a Very Big Adventure
    II. Nibble Rabbit Learns His Fortune
    III. Nibble Rabbit to the Rescue!
    IV. What Happens When Folks Lose Their Tempers
    V. Nibble Rabbit’s Storm Party
    VI. The Little Bunny Meets the Little Boy
    VII. Why the Cow Got Her Horns
    VIII. Nibble Fools Ouphe in His Own Haystack
    IX. Nibble Digs into Trouble—and Slips Out

10% of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to charities.
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KEYWORDS/TAGS: Nibble the bunny, rabbit, lost, alone, dark, cold, forest, forest animals, folklore, fairy tales, myths, legends, fables, Small Bunny, Big Adventure, Nibble Rabbit, Learn, Fortune, to the Rescue, Folks, Lose, Temper, Storm Party, Meet, Little Boy, Cow, Horns, Ouphe, Haystack, Dig, Trouble, Slip Out, Bat, humans, Weasel, Silvertip, Fox, Hooter, Owl, Clover Patch, Brush Pile, Broad Field, Prickly Ash, Bobby Robin, Glider, Blacksnake, scary,

Leseprobe

Mostly About Nibble the Bunny

by

John Breck

First Edition

Illustrated by

William T. Andrews

Originally Published By

Doubleday, Page & Company, Garden City

[1923]

Resurrected by

Abela Publishing, london

[2020]

Mostly About Nibble the Bunny

Typographical arrangement of this edition

© Abela Publishing 2020

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“Cheer up, Bunny,” chirped Bobby Robin

Contents

I. A Very Small Bunny Has a Very Big Adventure

II. Nibble Rabbit Learns His Fortune

III. Nibble Rabbit to the Rescue!

IV. What Happens When Folks Lose Their Tempers

V. Nibble Rabbit’s Storm Party

VI. The Little Bunny Meets the Little Boy

VII. Why the Cow Got Her Horns

VIII. Nibble Fools Ouphe in His Own Haystack

IX. Nibble Digs into Trouble—and Slips Out

List of Illustrations

“Cheer up, Bunny,” chirped Bobby Robin

Bobby and Glider were making such a racket that everyone was coming to listen to them

Dr. Muskrat pulls Nibble out of the broad pond

Nibble digs Bob White’s mother out of the bank

Nibble darted into the first shock he came to

Silvertip pricked up his ears

Nibble hid behind a fence post

Tommy held Nibble up by his long ears

Mostly About Nibble The Bunny

CHAPTER I A Very Small Bunny Has A Very Big Adventure

The air was blowing in at the mouth of his hole when Little Nibble Rabbit opened his eyes. That meant a cold south wind outside, a rainy wind. He could see the wet drops hanging from the top of his arched earth doorway. They would wet his back when he tried to go out and that wouldn’t be nice. He shivered and closed his eyes again. Then he huddled up tighter than ever into a little furry brown ball. Still he was cold, so he tried to cuddle into the very farthest corner where his mother always slept. It was empty!

That woke him up. “Mammy,” he called softly; “Mammy.” No answer. He put his nose to the earth and found it still warm. She could not have been gone very long. So he crawled to the mouth of the hole and thumped with his little hind feet, making all the noise he dared. Then he sat up and cocked his ears for her answering thump. He half expected a glimpse of her white tail bobbing down one of the tunnels through the Prickly Ash Thicket. But no mother was there.

“She can’t go off and leave me like this,” he said to himself, and he put down his nose to find her trail. It was all washed out by the rain. Thump, thump! he went again—and they were cross thumps because he was so terribly disappointed. Then he suddenly sat down on his little tufty tail and wailed “Mammy, mammy, mammy!” at the top of his voice.

“Cheer up, Bunny. What’s wrong,” chirped someone from a branch just over his head. It was Bobby Robin, and he was peering down with the most puzzled and astonished look in his black eye.

“I’m Nibble,” sobbed the little rabbit, “and I’ve lost my mother.”

“Well, Nibble,” warned Bobby in his sensible way, “if she doesn’t come back pretty soon she’ll lose her son. Don’t you know better than to tell Killer Weasel and Silvertip the Fox, and Hooter the Owl, and anyone else who wants to know where they’ll find a nice young rabbit for breakfast.”

But the tears ran faster than ever down Nibble’s whiskers. “It’s Hooter,” he sniffed. “He caught her when she went down to the brook for a drink. I know he did. She’d never leave me.”

“Nonsense,” said Bobby, and he said it peckishly, for no one likes to hear a little rabbit cry. “I know your mother, and she knows the law of the woods. You can fly—run, I mean—can’t you. And feed yourself?”

“Yes,” answered Nibble, for his brothers and sisters had gone to dig their own holes and find their own food weeks ago.

“Well, then,” finished Bobby, nodding wisely to himself, “if there’s any fresh rabbit fur under Hooter’s tree it’s not your mother’s.”

To his surprise Nibble stopped squeezing the tears from his eyes and opened them wide. “I’m going to look!” he announced. And he began to scrub his face and polish off his ears with his little soft forepaws.

“Going to look where?” asked Bobby Robin.

“Oh, lots of places—the Clover Patch, and the Brush Pile, and the Broad Field. But first I’m going to see if there’s any fur under Hooter’s tree.”

“What?” squawked Bobby. He came tumbling down to the ground where he could make Nibble look him straight in the eye and listen to an awful lecture.

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” he said. “Now that you have to see and hear and smell and feel for yourself you will have to be twice as careful as you ever were before. You may remember all the things your mother taught you—now you’ll have to do them. And she took all that trouble with you so you could be a sensible, clever rabbit and keep out of danger, not so you’d run right off the minute she left you and offer Hooter a free meal.” Bobby was so worried about Nibble he forgot that the ground was no place for a sensible bird.

“But I must know if Hooter caught her,” pleaded Nibble, “and I will be careful.” He sat up and sniffed all around with his nice clean nose that had been all swollen from crying when Bobby Robin found him. And he pricked up his tidy ears, just to show how careful he meant to be. And he heard a soft little noise behind him. It wasn’t two grass stalks rubbing together, though it was as tiny as that. It was the scraping Glider the Blacksnake makes when he slips across a stone!

Nibble’s feet just bounced of themselves, and Bobby’s wings beat, and Glider’s ugly head landed right between them. For Glider hears everything that goes on along the ground. He had heard Nibble stamping to call his mother. If Mammy Rabbit had answered Glider would never have come. But she didn’t—so Glider did. And now lonely little Nibble Rabbit was racing off and Glider was after him, simply boiling over with rage, as fast as he could put tail to the ground. He didn’t think Nibble could run so very far. He was sure he would catch him.

For a minute Nibble thought so too. Scared! Nibble Rabbit was too scared to think. He just ran. Every jump he made was longer and higher than the one before until he was sailing over the tops of the tallest grasses. My, but he wanted his mammy—that was because he was so dreadfully scared. Then he wanted a place to hide. Presently he remembered the Brush Pile. He turned toward it and he didn’t even hide his trail the way he had been taught—that’s how scared he was.

But just as he reached it he remembered something his mother had told him, which was just what she hoped he would do. “If the thing that chases you wears feathers take to a hole. If it wears fur don’t put your nose into any hole that hasn’t another end. If it wears scales keep to the open and run as fast and as far as you can.” And scales are exactly what Glider wears.

Now he knew exactly what to do, and he wasn’t quite as scared. He just bounced up on the Brush Pile and kept on going until he bounced off again on the other side. He raced through the Clover Patch and down the Broad Field between the shocks of corn. The field was all muddy from the rain and his feet slipped and slid and his little heart went bump, bump, against his sides, as though someone were hitting him. He wasn’t even frightened any more—he was too tired. But he kept on.