Bunny swallowed a sort of lump in his throat that always seemed to come
when he was a bit frightened. Then he looked around. Next he glanced at
Sue.
"Get under the box, Sue!" he cried. "Then the dog can't get you!"
"But what will you do?" asked the little girl. "I don't want you to get
hurt, Bunny."
"I--I won't be afraid," said the little boy. "I--I'll pour lemonade on
the dog, and that will make him run away."
"Oh--Oh!" gasped Sue. "Throw away our good lemonade?"
"We can make more," said Bunny. "There's only a little left, anyhow."
He reached for the pitcher. At the same time Sue started to crawl under
the empty box they had made into a lemonade stand.
But the yelping, yellow dog, with the tin can tied to his tail, was
coming faster than either Bunny or Sue thought. Before Bunny could take
up the nearly empty pitcher of lemonade, or before Sue could crawl under
the box, the dog was upon them.
Right under the box the poor, frightened creature ran, thinking, I
suppose, that it would be a good place to hide and get away from that
terrible tin can that was pounding after him, no matter how fast he
went.
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