The Clever Rabbit

On a sunny afternoon, the forest was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Robby the Rabbit was hopping through the Enchanted Forest when he suddenly came across Freddy the Fox.

“Why are you nibbling on fresh grass, Robby? You should be hunting for lunch,” said Freddy slyly.

“My dear Freddy,” answered Robby, “I have just eaten five little sparrows and am feeling terribly full. What do you think of that?”

Freddy was amazed. “What sort of bird is it that sits still while you pick it to death?” he asked.

“It’s a new kind I’ve discovered,” replied Robby carelessly.

“Please tell me where I can find it,” begged Freddy saltily.

“Right down there, between the two bushes,” said Robby, pointing. Just then a flock of sheep were driven through the forest, and the two animals stood watching together until they had all passed.

“Now’s your chance,” said Robby. “The birds are sitting under those sheep, still thinking they are on the ground. Why don’t you eat one while you have the chance?”

So Freddy dashed down the lane to catch a bird among the sheep, but whatever do you think he did? He dashed his head against a thorn bush and was so badly hurt that he could never more ask any one to dinner.

When Robby saw that he had at last got rid of his enemy, he was very glad. “A brave man’s sword is in his head,” he said as he hopped away.

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