  Little Jack Rabbit certainly was in a fix. Here he was up in the chimney with Danny Fox waiting for him down below. If there had only been a ladder inside that chimney he could have climbed up to the top. But there wasn’t, so all he could do was to sit on the little ledge of bricks that extended around the inside a few feet above the hearth. At last Danny Fox said, “You might just as well come down. If you don’t, I’ll build a fire and smoke you out.” “Where will you get the wood?” asked the little rabbit. “I don’t need any. I’ll burn up the popcorn box.” This made the little rabbit dreadfully nervous. Yes, indeed. “Are you coming down?” asked Danny Fox, with a growl. “I don’t know,” answered the poor, anxious little rabbit. “Give me time to think it over, won’t you?” “If you take much longer,” answered Danny Fox with a cruel laugh, “I’ll light a fire. That’ll make you think mighty quick, my pretty one.” “I’m afraid I’ll slip,” said the little rabbit, trying to gain time. “I’ll help you down,” answered Danny Fox, politely. “You’ll burn your feet in the hot ashes,” said Little Jack Rabbit. “I’ll sweep ’em out,” answered Danny Fox, picking up the hearth shovel and broom. “The bricks are still hot,” went on the little rabbit. “No, they aren’t,” answered the old fox, stepping inside the fireplace, “they’re only warm; they don’t burn my toes a bit.” “Well, then,” sighed poor Little Jack Rabbit, “I may as well come down.” “Come on,” said Danny Fox with a wicked grin. “It’s pretty high up. Come and help me,” said the little rabbit. Danny Fox walked into the fireplace and stood up on his hind legs. His head came ’way up into the chimney and the soot blinded his eyes. Before he knew what was going to happen, the little rabbit picked It took Mrs. Rabbit nearly an hour to clean the soot from his little fur jacket. But she didn’t grumble. No indeed! She was only too glad to have her precious bunny boy safe home again. |
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