"'Cause the fox might get out and bite us. Let it alone."
Bunny stood still and looked at the box. It had stopped moving for a while. Then it began again, going about in a sort of circle.
"Why—why!" cried Sue. "It's just like Blind Man's Buff!"
And, really, that is how the box moved about, just like some boy or girl, with a handkerchief tied over his or her eyes, trying to move about to catch someone, and yet trying not to bang into a tree or the fence.
"The fox, woodchuck, or whatever it is under my box," said Bunny Brown, "can't see which way he's going. That's why the box jiggles around so funny. But I'm going to see what's under it."
"If you lift it up, I'm going back to camp," declared Sue, turning back.
"But I want to see what it is!" cried Bunny. "I've caught an animal, and I want to look at it!"
You remember I told you he had fixed up a box, raised at one end by a little stick. Under the box were some good things to eat, such as
