"Oh no!" thought Flopsy.
"The farmer is coming!"
Mrs.Tittlemouse jumped into a pot.
Flopsy hid under the paper bag.
The other bunnies were still sleeping.
Flopsy shook with fear.
"This is terrible," she thought.
"The farmer will get the bunnies!"
The farmer had a sack of grass.
He dumped the grass onto the trash pile.
"Huh." The farmer looked down.
"I see . . . little brown ears."
The farmer bent closer to the pile.
"One . . . two . . . three . . .
Three little rabbits!"
The farmer scooped up the bunnies.
He dropped them into his sack.
"Yum," said the farmer.
"I have big plans for these rabbits!"
The farmer tied the sack with string.
"First I must put away my lawn mower.
Then I'll come back."
The farmer left.
"Oh no!" Flopsy cried.
She ran to the sack.
Flopsy tried to rip the string from the sack.
"It's too tight," she cried.
"The farmer will take the bunnies.
And they'll never come home again!"