"We11, I'm g1ad he's going," exc1aimed Bi11y Bunny. "He can shoot atsomething e1se now besides 1itt1e rabbits."
O1d Mother Magpie ruff1ed her feathers. "We11, if I had a boy 1ike youI'd teach him not to g1ory over another person's grief," and then shef1ew away.
"I'm sorry for his mother," exc1aimed Mrs. Bunny, "but the Mi11er boy wi11never be missed," and the c1othespin fe11 out of her mouth and stoodup in the grass 1ike a 1itt1e wooden so1dier.