mother rabbit and her five babies lived among the sand-hills down by the sea. their cozy home was a small cave in the side of the hill, and it had two separate entrances, one at each end. these assured her escape in case a dog or a weasel should enter her home.
one evening, just as the moon was showing itself, big and round and yellow, over the tops of the pine trees, mother rabbit led her children out of their cozy home to the big out-of-doors, which they had only begun to know. their education must begin, she felt, for they were nearly one month old and already able to jump and skip around as nimbly as mrs. fox's young sons. she feared that, if left in ignorance longer, they were likely to become overbold.
"it is, first of all, my dears, necessary to be cautious in life," she said. "you must follow me now very quietly to the edge of the wheat-field, where we will sit down to talk. there are things you must know."
so they bounded along behind their mother, so lightly that they made not a sound on the driest leaves of the woodland, and when they came to the edge of the field they took the first high jump of their lives, for the mother selected a place between the bars of the fence and leaped through it swift and clean.
"do it that way," she said. "you must never run under anything in the dark if you can jump over it."
once within the pleasant field, where there was so much green wheat that the little rabbits wondered how in the world all of it ever could be eaten, mrs. rabbit seated her family around her and began by telling the babies all about their noble father.
"ah, my dears, your father was such a rabbit as one seldom sees. such stout legs, and short, too, just as they ought to be! such a long, graceful body—and what magnificent ears! they were like flowers, and stood up in such a taking fashion! could you but see him, dancing in the moonlight, hitting his heels together in the air, and wagging those wonderful ears at the stars, his tail as white and fluffy as a full-blown rose, why, my children, you would burst with pride. i shall never see his like again."
"but where is daddy rabbit now?" the babies cried in one voice, fearing that their mother spoke with sadness. "he isn't dead, is he?"
"dead? no, no, my dears," she replied. "he's traveling; you'll see him yet, i'm sure. he has a way of coming back.
"but in case he doesn't return, you must know how brave he is, and what he can do. for you must grow up to be as like him as you can.
"any of the neighbors can tell you of his clever ways, and his bravery. he rid this field of a dreadful dog, once, and the history of these parts will always relate that exploit. it made him famous."
at this the little rabbits cocked their ears in wonder.
"you see," mother rabbit went on, "it was this way: once he returned to his burrow below the hill over there and discovered, by means of his keen sense of smell, that a terrier dog was in the burrow. he immediately called for a friend, and together they closed up the entrance to the burrow and smothered the dog to death. that's what i call bravery. and that's the kind of father you had. the world will expect much of children of your parentage.
"your father and i first met on the hillside one evening, and we liked each other at once. every evening after, we would meet out there to play hide-and-seek in the grass and sand. perhaps he will come to see you some day, and i want you to be smart and handsome, so that he will be proud of you.
"but i have said enough, dear jacks, and now i must teach you some of the wise things he knew. he learned at an early age that each rabbit must procure his own food, and has many foes to shun. to do these things one must have a sharp wit.
"always sleep during the day while other animals are prowling about, and come out only evenings when it is cool, to seek your food. young wheat, fresh onions, lettuce and cabbages make splendid food for rabbits. of course, it is rather dangerous to cultivate such expensive tastes, for lettuce and onions usually grow only in gardens and people are apt to set traps to catch you. so be careful never to go near a trap, or bite at anything that looks as though man had placed it there for you. it is said that your father prided himself on destroying traps.
"our family is blessed by being both watchful and swift. just watch me how i can run."
mother rabbit sprang to her feet, and over the field she sped like lightning. the children stared in wonderment, and then shouted for glee at their mother's rapidity. finally mrs. rabbit returned as quickly as she had departed.
"now, that is the way you must learn to run. and the next most necessary thing for you to acquire is the ability to stand on your hind legs like this."
to their amusement, mother rabbit stood up like a walking dog or a bear.
"an enemy can be seen at a long distance from such a position," she explained; "and it is well never to run until you have taken in the situation. many rabbits have lost their lives by failing to observe that simple precaution. once your uncle cotton heard a dog coming, and turned to run in the opposite direction without having stood up to survey the land. as a result, we found only his bones on the hillside the next day. it is supposed that he ran right into the jaws of another dog. dogs are clever and often hunt together.
"but that's enough for the first lesson," she concluded. "some evening we'll come again and i'll teach you to dance, and we'll play till the moon goes down in the west."
they jumped up, skimmed through the fence, and ran after their mother, who had them home and tucked them in bed almost before they knew it.
