When the dust and debris clear back, Sally Snapsister wriggles up from the wrecked remains and says, “I’m out!”
Then Longrellers the Rabbit jumps up and says, “I’m out!”
Then Charlie Charles the Woodchuck pops up and says, “I’m out!”
“I,” says Tricker, swinging high in the sunny branches where the hazelnuts are just about perfect, “was never in to
And everybody laughed and the hazelnuts got more and more perfect and the buttermilk just rolled…
down…
the hill.
