was lost, so he thought he'd sit down on a flat stone and eat his lunch.
The reason he sat on a flat stone instead of a round one was because he
had some hard boiled eggs for his lunch, and you know if you put an egg on
a round stone it's bound to roll off and crack right in the middle.

"And I don't like cracked eggs," said the rabbit. So he laid the eggs he
had on the flat stone, and put little sticks in front of them and behind
them, so they couldn't even roll off the flat stone if they wanted to.
Then he ate his lunch.

"I guess it doesn't much matter if I am lost," said the traveling
fortune-hunting rabbit a little later. "I'll go on and perhaps I may meet
with an adventure." So on he hopped, and pretty soon he came to a place
where the leaves and the dirt were all torn up, just as if some boys had
been playing a baseball game, or leap-frog, or something like that.

"My, I must look out that I don't tumble down any holes here," thought
Uncle Wiggily, "for maybe some bad men have been setting traps to catch us
rabbits."

Well, he turned to one side, to get out of the way of some sharp thorns,
and, my goodness! if there weren't more sharp thorns on the ground on the
other side of the path. "I guess I'll have to keep straight ahead!"
thought our Uncle Wiggily. "I never saw so many thorns before in all my
life. I'll have to look out or I'll be stuck."

So he kept straight on, and all of a sudden he felt himself going down
into a big hole.

"Oh! Oh dear! Oh me! Oh my!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I've fallen into a