Excerpt: \"The air was blowing in at the mouth of his hole when Little Nibble Rabbit opened his eyes. That meant a cold south wind outside, a rainy wind. He could see the wet drops hanging from the top of his arched earth doorway. They would wet his back when he tried to go out and that wouldnât be nice. He shivered and closed his eyes again. Then he huddled up tighter than ever into a little furry brown ball. Still he was cold, so he tried to cuddle into the very farthest corner where his mother always slept. It was empty! That woke him up. âMammy,â he called softly; âMammy.â No answer. He put his nose to the earth and found it still warm. She could not have been gone very long. So he crawled to the mouth of the hole and thumped with his little hind feet, making all the noise he dared. Then he sat up and cocked his ears for her answering thump. He half expected a glimpse of her white tail bobbing down one of the tunnels through the Prickly Ash Thicket. But no mother was there. âShe canât go off and leave me like this,â he said to himself, and he put down his nose to find her trail. It was all washed out by the rain. Thump, thump! he went againâand they were cross thumps because he was so terribly disappointed. Then he suddenly sat down on his little tufty tail and wailed âMammy, mammy, mammy!â at the top of his voice. âCheer up, Bunny. Whatâs wrong,â chirped some one from a branch just over his head. It was Bobby Robin, and he was peering down with the most puzzled and astonished look in his black eye. âIâm Nibble,â sobbed the little rabbit, âand Iâve lost my mother.â\"
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