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.
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.