It was lucky that before long the Bunny Brothers came to the Old Farm. Goodness knows what might have happened if they hadn’t. Before they knew where they were Billy Breeze blew them head over heels amid a cloud of snow right into the Old Cow Shed. You see, it didn’t have any door—it just leaned against the Big Red Barn, with the Hay Stack on one side and the Corn Crib on the other.

There stood Mrs. Cow chewing her cud. But she didn’t have to whisk her tail. No, sir! There wasn’t a fly anywhere!

“Helloa! What brings you two bunnies out such a day as this?” And Mrs. Cow shook her head, making the little bell on her collar go ting-a-ling!

“It was snowing only a little when we first started out,” answered Little Jack Rabbit, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

“We turned the Scarecrow into a Snowman,” said Brother Bobby Tail, stamping on his toes to make them warm. “We heard Professor Jim Crow say he’d know a Scarecrow anywhere, so we thought we’d fool him this time.”

“But we couldn’t find him anywhere. Billy Breeze was kicking up such a rumpus that we lost our way,” said Little Jack Rabbit. “It was too bad, for I’m sure Professor Jim Crow never would have known the Old Clothes Man of the Corn Field!”

“Why don’t you hop into the straw over there,” said Mrs. Cow. “You can keep nice and warm till morning. By that time maybe the storm will be over.”

“You’re very kind,” said Little Jack Rabbit. “I hope mother won’t worry tonight.”

“You’ll find corn in the box in the corner,” said Mrs. Cow. “That will do for supper.”

“Oh, dear,” said Little Jack Rabbit, “my toes are so cold.”

“Come over here,” said Mrs. Cow kindly, lying down on her straw bed. “Now cuddle up to my warm body.”