Mr. Rabbit sat on his front porch rocking, eating a great big carrot,
and looking.
"Looks like Sly Fox coming down the road," he said to himself, walking
to the end of the porch. Shading his eyes with his paws, he exclaimed, "It
is Sly Fox."
"Good morning Mr. Rabbit," cried Sly Fox, as he walked across the yard.
"Good morning," replied Mr. Rabbit, a slight frown on his face.
"Well," said Sly Fox, "as I haven't seen you in so long a time, thought
I would stop and chat a while."
Mr. Rabbit could not be rude in his own home, even to an enemy, so he
offered Sly Fox a seat on the porch.
"Take a chair," he said politely. But Sly Fox did not stay long, and as
he was leaving, he asked: "Mr. Rabbit, my mother is having a good dinner
tonight. Won't you, Mrs. Rabbit, and your three little rabs come to dinner
with me?"
Oh, thought Mr. Rabbit, he knows about my little rabs and wants to take
us off to eat us. He pretended to be disappointed as he replied: "Sorry, Sly
Fox, we have an engagement for today, but if you want us we can come
tomorrow."
At this Sly Fox chuckled inwardly, and readily agreed to come for them
the next day. Wishing Mr. Rabbit "Good day", he trotted on down the road
toward his home.
