“There’s nothing to do,” Robbie Rabbit said to no one in particular. His long white ears drooped.
His bushy tale sagged. He poked around the rose bushes. He sniffed at the marigolds. He scrambled
over the white picket fence next to his house. Just then he noticed Mrs. Rabbit in her kitchen next
door. Maybe I could go play a trick on Mrs. Rabbit, thought Robbie with a mischievous tilt of his
head. That would be something to do today.