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Mother Bunny and her flowers

Chapter 9: CHAPTER VII. A BIRTHDAY PARTY
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A rabbit family plants and tends a garden, combining practical instruction with gentle storytelling. The narrative describes preparing soil, laying out paths and beds, planting seeds at proper depths and spacing, and distinguishing annuals, biennials, and perennials. Playful episodes with helpers and small mistakes are interwoven with whimsical moments in which flowers speak and a crocus relates a legend, adding plant lore and imagination. Illustrated scenes emphasize cooperation, seasonal care, and the simple pleasures of growing vegetables and blossoms.

CHAPTER VII.
A BIRTHDAY PARTY

A Birthday Party is lots of fun,
So come and see Old Mother Bun.
To her party then let’s repair;
We all will have a good time there.

When Old Mother Bun’s Birthday came Old Father Bun said,

“I must pat you, so I am told,
As many years as you’re years old.”

Old Mother Bun went and hid in the closet.

Pretty Bunny said,

“I’ve a present for you, Mother Bun;
Come out now and enjoy the fun.”

Old Mother Bun peeped out of the closet and saw that Pretty Bunny had brought her a new table cloth.

Then Healthy Bunny came hippety-hop;
He said, “I bought this at the shop.”

He gave Old Mother Bun a new breakfast cap.

Old Father Bun said, “I declare,
Here’s a new rocking chair.”

Old Mother Bun was so pleased with her presents that she did not hear the bell go “tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.”

By and by a voice cried,

“Old Mother Bun, we beg your pardon,
But here is a party in your garden.”

Into the garden trooped the Flower Families.

There was the Pink Family, and the Geranium Family, and the Mint Family, the Sunflower Family, and the Primrose Family. The Nettle Family even peeped boldly over the fence!!

Old Mother Bun said, “I made a mistake;
I never thought of a Birthday cake.”

Then all the Bunnies shouted and out came Old Father Bun with a Birthday Cake with many candles upon it.

All the visitors did not arrive on time.

The Butterflies came in handsome dresses and brought Old Mother Bun a new mirror.

The Birds came bringing her a new song book.

By and by an old Peddler came singing,

“I am a Peddler with a heavy pack;
Of Birthday presents I have no lack:
To stay at home I have no knack;
I am a Peddler with a heavy pack.”

The Flower Families crowded around the Peddler and each bought a present for Old Mother Bun.

The Peddler had many interesting stories to tell, and the Pretty Elf told stories, and the Marigold Family told stories, too. The Pool-Flower had a word to say; the Water-Dragon and Mary Bud said, “Let us relate our own story, please.” They were all members of the Marigold Family.

One of the members of the Marigold Family said, “Once Caltha fell in love with the Sun-god and looked up at him day after day. All night she waited for the first rosy hint of the sun’s coming. She became a spirit reflecting the sun, and she turned into a Marigold.”

As it grew late, one member of the Marigold Family cried,

“The Witches are coming, the Witches are coming;
We had all better hide;
The Witches are coming, the Witches are coming;
They soon will take a ride.”

One and all the Flower Families went home, and Echo Bunny who had come at the last minute called, speaking of the Witches, “a ride, a ride, a ride.”

Old Mother Bun said,

“The Ragweed is out, without a doubt,
The Witches soon will all come out.”

Sure enough, five and twenty witches came in the twilight and pulled up five and twenty stalks of Ragweed and rode away singing,

“We search in the highways and the ditches;
We are very little Witches;
On Ragweed, we say, we’ll ride away,
A year and a day, a year and a day.”
The Pretty Elf said a magic charm,
And so the Witches did no harm.

Old Father Bun said,

“The party is over, but let me say,
I wish you happy returns of the day.”

Old Mother Bun said,

“Let’s gather some leaves; from what I hear;
We are very near the fall of the year.”

They gathered leaves and went inside and warmed their paws by the fire.

The little Bunnies noticed that the leaves did not all look alike. They were different in size, form and color.

The Pretty Elf sang,

“Each leaf a fairy is, in pretty gown;
Each leaf a fairy is, come to town.
So close your eyes, if you are wise,
And I will give you a surprise.”

The Bunnies did as they were told, and when they opened their eyes each of the leaves they had gathered held a fairy.

Maple and oak leaves, yellow and brown,
Gay little play leaves, dancing down, down.

One leaf with a smooth edge said,

“To talk in verse is very fine;
My margin is an even line.”

Another leaf, with a fairy in it, cried,

“I am jagged beyond belief;
I am called a saw-toothed leaf.”

Another said,

“I am wavy in margin, as wavy can be,
There are many kinds of leaf like me.”

Still another leaf called,

“Let me tell you before we start,
My blade is cut up into parts;
So that my verse may not be one-sided,
Let me say we are lobed, cleft, parted, divided.”

Each little fairy from the leaf danced to Old Mother Bun and left a present.

Just as the Bunnies were wondering if it were bed time, a “rap-a-tap” was heard and in came the Peddler singing,

“I have traveled again hours and hours
To see Mother Bunny and her Flowers.”

Old Mother Bun gave the Peddler a fine supper and asked him to stay for the night. He said, after supper,

“I have in my pack a little book;
Bunnies, peep in and take a look.”

Pretty Bunny and Healthy Bunny thought it great fun to peep into the Peddler’s pack, and by and by they drew out a wonderful book all about Flowers.

It had one chapter called, “Uses of Plants.”

The Bunnies read aloud,

“Plants are useful, we declare;
They help purify the air.
Food for animals they yield
In the meadow and the field;
From seed and fibres, we believe,
Clothing is made, and from mulberry leaves;
They help make fuel, which makes light,
You’ll learn when these lines you recite;
Don’t forget, before we’re done,
To mention their use for medicine.”

Old Father Bun said,

“I take off my hat to Old Mother Bun;
I am serious, not in fun:
Mother Bun’s Flowers so useful appear,
I hope they will grow year after year.”

The Pretty Elf danced to and fro,

“Their perfume is a delight to me,
To every Butterfly and Bee;
That plants are useful is a surprise;
I thought they were to delight the eyes.”

Healthy Bunny said,

“Old Mother Bun, I love flowers, too;
I will help weed the garden for you.”

Pretty Bunny said,

“Old Mother Bun, I’m a faithful daughter;
I will help the flowers to water.”

They invited the Peddler to stay with them and he almost consented. He said at any rate he would give them the book about Flowers.

When the Bunnies were falling asleep, they heard a gentle “pitter, patter.”

Said Old Mother Bun, “What can be the matter?”

The Peddler traveled down the stairs,
Saying, “I hope nobody cares;
I never had place for my abode;
I travel off to the Song of the Road.”

Next morning the little Bunnies looked under their pillows and each found a little booklet. One was shaped like a daisy and one like a buttercup. On each was written an invitation to a Flower Show. The invitation read,

“We invite you—this is the reason,
To view plants in and out of season,
So hoppety-skip away you’ll go,
With Mother Bun to the Flower Show.”

Old Mother Bun said next day,

“We’re happy as happy can be, you know;
We’re off and away to the Flower Show.”