"I happened to fly past his house,
and I heard him say to his wife that he was going out to see if he could
find a rabbit supper. So I know he's coming for you. You'd better hide."
"Oh! where can I hide?" asked the rabbit, as he looked around for a hollow
stump. But there wasn't any, and there were no holes in the ground, and he
didn't know what to do.
Then, all at once there was a crashing in the bushes and it sounded like
an elephant coming through, breaking all the sticks in his path.
"There's the wolf! There's the wolf!" cried the July bug. "Hide, Uncle
Wiggily," and then the bug perched on the high limb of a tree where the
wolf couldn't catch him.
Well, the poor old gentleman rabbit looked for a place to hide himself
away from the wolf but he couldn't seem to find any, and he was just going
to crawl under a stone and maybe hurt himself, when all at once he heard a
voice say:
"Jump up here, Uncle Wiggily. I'll hide you from the wolf."
So the rabbit traveler looked up, and there he saw a flower called
Jack-in-the-pulpit looking down on him. I've told you about them before,
how the frog once took his bath in one, and how, when you pick a
wood-bouquet you put them in with some ferns to make the bouquet look
pretty. They are a flower like a vase, with a top curling over, and a
thing standing up in the centre whose name is "Jack.
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