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Farmer Brown Sets a Trap
Ryder Rabbit was in trouble. He had got into mischief and now, like everyone who gets into mischief, he wished that he hadn’t. The worst of it was that he was a long way from his home in the dear Old Briar-patch, and he didn’t know how he ever could get back there again. Where was he? Why, in the stone wall on one side of Farmer Brown’s young peach orchard. How Ryder blessed the old stone wall in which he had found a safe hiding-place! Bowser had hung around nearly all night, so that Ryder had not dared to try to go home.
Now it was daylight, and Ryder knew it would not be safe to put his nose outside.
Ryder was worried, so worried that he couldn’t go to sleep as he usually does in the daytime. So he sat hidden in the old wall and waited and watched. By and by he saw Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown’s boy come out into the orchard. Right away they saw the mischief which Ryder had done, and he could tell by the sound of their voices that they were very, very angry.
They went away, but before long they were back again, and all day long Ryder watched them work putting something around each of the young peach-trees. Ryder grew so curious that he forgot all about his troubles and how far away from home he was. He could hardly wait for night to come so that he might see what they had been doing.
Just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun started to go to bed behind the Purple Hills, Farmer Brown and his boy started back to the house. Farmer Brown was smiling now.
“I guess that will fix him!” he said.
“Now what does he mean by that?” thought Ryder.
“Whom will it fix? Can it be me? I don’t need any fixing.”He waited just as long as he could. When all was still, and the moonlight had begun to make shadows of the trees on the snow, Ryder very cautiously crept out of his hiding-place. Bowser the Hound was nowhere in sight, and everything was as quiet and peaceful as it had been when he first came into the orchard the night before.
Ryder had fully made up his mind to go straight home as fast as his long legs would take him, but his dreadful curiosity insisted that first he must find out what Farmer Brown and his boy had been doing to the young peach trees.
So Ryder hurried over to the nearest tree. All around the trunk of the tree, from the ground clear up higher than Ryder could reach, was wrapped wire netting. Ryder couldn’t get so much as a nibble of the delicious bark.
He hadn’t intended to take any, for he had meant to go right straight home, but now that he couldn’t get any, he wanted some more than ever,—just a bite. Ryder looked around. Everything was quiet. He would try the next tree, and then he would go home.
But the next tree was wrapped with wire. Ryder hesitated, looked around, turned to go home, thought of how good that bark had tasted the night before, hesitated again, and then hurried over to the third tree. It was protected just like the others. Then Ryder forgot all about going home.
He wanted some of that delicious bark, and he ran from one tree to another as fast as he could go.
At last, way down at the end of the orchard, Ryder found a tree that had no wire around it. “They must have forgotten this one!” he thought, and his eyes sparkled. All around on the snow were a lot of little, shiny wires, but Ryder didn’t notice them. All he saw was that delicious bark on the young peach tree. He hopped right into the middle of the wires, and then, just as he reached up to take the first bite of bark, he felt something tugging at one of his hind legs.