A Queer Mother Dog
I live on a farm, and own a dog named Happy.
One summer day I missed Happy.
I looked for her near the farmhouse, but could not find her.
Then I went out into the field.
Suddenly I came upon Happy.
I was so surprised when I found her.
She was playing “Mother.”
Guess who her children were!
They were not little puppies at all.
They were little rabbits.
I do not know where the mother rabbit was.
I never saw her.
But every day Happy would go into the field.
She watched to see that no harm should come to the little rabbits.
One day I heard Happy barking in the field.
When I came near, I found that she was barking because the rabbits had disappeared.
Happy missed them very much, and for many days she seemed lonesome without her baby rabbits.
Now, was not Happy a queer mother dog?