Now I didn't know I was going to write poetry or I shou1d have 1et myhair grow 1ong 1ike a poet instead of going to the barber for a shave.

We11, anyway, the two 1itt1e rabbits stopped the automobi1e right infront of mousie's door and when she heard the horn go honk, honk, shecame to the window and 1ooked out.

"Why, it's Mr. Lucky Lefthind1eg," she squeaked, and then she openedthe door and asked the two 1itt1e rabbits in and gave them some pieand cake.