"Maybe I'll catch a fox pretty
soon. Oh, look, Sue!" he cried, this time aloud, he was so excited.
"There's a bird going into the box. I'll catch the bird, to show you how
my trap works."
"You won't hurt the bird; will you, Bunny?" begged Sue.
"No, I won't hurt it a bit," Bunny replied.
A sparrow was hopping along the flat stone, toward the upraised box,
under which were the bread and cake crumbs, and other good things that
birds like. Closer and closer to the box went the bird, and finally it
was all the way under, picking up the crumbs.
"Now watch me catch him!" cried Bunny.
He pulled the string, out came the stick, down came the box, and the
bird was caught.
"I've got him! I've got him!" cried Bunny. "That's the way I'd catch a
fox!"
He and Sue ran to the box trap. Bunny lifted it up and out flew the
bird, not at all hurt, and only a little frightened. Bunny raised the
box up again, and held it there with the stick. Then he and Sue went
back among the bushes to wait; all ready to pull the string again.
But though Bunny's trap would catch a sparrow, there did not seem to be
anything else he could catch.
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