bugs and grasshoppers."

And he made up his mind that as long as he was safe he would just wait
where he was and see if Mrs. Brushtail would come back.

Well, he did not have to wait very long. As he sat in the briar patch
listening, he heard a terrible cackling over toward the edge of the
woods nearest Farmer Roe's. It sounded as if chickens were very much
frightened and were running in every direction. In a short time Doctor
Rabbit saw Mrs. Brushtail coming through the woods. And sure enough,
she had one of Farmer Roe's big white hens in her mouth.

Mrs. Brushtail held the hen by the neck, and after making a wide
circle and jumping to one side as far as she could she came to the
fallen tree. When she looked up at the high limb she seemed puzzled.
You see, she could not jump so high with the hen. But she was pretty
wise. She laid the hen upon the trunk of the tree, then jumped upon
the limb above, and reaching down, picked up the hen and walked out
along the limb toward the leafy thicket. Then she sprang into the
thicket and disappeared.

How Doctor Rabbit did want to see the inside of that thicket! And what
made him all the more curious was that he was certain he heard a
number of growls after Mrs. Brushtail disappeared in there. And the
growls did not sound like Mrs. Brushtail's voice, or like Brushtail's
either.

Yes, sir, there was something very interesting going on in that
thicket, and Doctor Rabbit made up his mind he must see what it was,
if possible. He wondered where Brushtail was. Doctor Rabbit disliked