Brenda is still away so I am looking after John and Pip,
Pip lost his ball this morning so he insisted on bringing his little rabbit.
We went down to my field the little rabbit got shook about.
Pounced on.
Shoved in the mud
Poor thing I felt quite sorry for him.
Then a lady shouted, I think this is your ball Pip.
So he ran for his ball and left the little rabbit lying in the mud.
John had to carry a scruffy rabbit home, everybody we saw
said have you been hunting.
Now it has been washed and is drying it is still smiling.