"We
can't get him out."
But Mrs. Brown easily set matters right.
She put her hand down in the tree-hole, beside Bunny's leg, the hole
being big enough for this. Then, with her fingers, Mrs. Brown unbuttoned
Bunny's shoe, and said:
"Now pull out your foot."
Bunny could easily do this, as it was his shoe that was caught, and not
his foot. His foot was smaller than his shoe, you see.
Carefully he lifted his foot and leg out of he hole of the tree, and
then his mother helped him to the ground.
"But what about my shoe?" Bunny asked, with a queer look on his face.
"Has my shoe got to stay in the tree, Mother?"
"No, I think I can get it out," said Mrs. Brown. Once more she put her
hand down in the hollow, and, now that Bunny's foot was out of his shoe,
it could easily be bent and twisted, so that it came loose.
"There you are!" exclaimed Aunt Lu, as she buttoned Bunny's shoe on him
again, using a hairpin for a buttonhook. "Now don't climb any more
trees."
"I'll just climb my own little tree," Bunny said. "That hasn't any hole
in it.
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