Seven little Rabbits lay on their nest at the bottom of the burrow, and wriggled and squirmed and pushed their soft noses against each other all day long. Life was very easy for them, and they were content. The first thing that they remembered was lying on their bed of fur, hay, and dried leaves, and feeling a great,warm, soft Something close beside them. After a while they learned that this Something was their Mamma Rabbit. It was she who had gotten the nest ready for them and lined it with fur. She didn’t care so much about looking beautiful as she did about making her babies comfortable.
It was their Mamma Rabbit, too, who fed them with warm milk until they were old enough to go out of the burrow. Then they would nibble bark and tender young shoots from the roots of the trees, and all the fresh, green, growing things that Rabbits like. She used to tell them about this food, and they wondered and wondered how it would taste. They began to feel very big and strong now. The soft fur was growing on their little bodies and covering even the soles of their feet. It was growing inside their cheeks, too, and that made them feel important, for Papa Rabbit said that he did not know any other animals that had fur inside their cheeks. He said it was something to be very proud of, so they were very proud, although why one should want fur inside of one’s cheeks it would be hard to say.
What tangles they did get into! Each little Rabbit had four legs, two short ones in front, and two long ones behind to help him take long jumps from one place to another. So, you see, there were twenty-eight legs there, pushing, catching in the hay, kicking, and sometimes just waving in the air when their tiny owners chanced to roll over on their backs and couldn’t get right side up again. Then Mamma Rabbit would come and poke them this way and that, never hurting any of them, but getting the nest in order.
“It is a great deal of work to pick up after children,” she would say with a tired little sigh, “but it will not be long before they have homes of their own and are doing the same thing.”
One fine morning when the children were alone in their burrow, the biggest little Rabbit had a strange feeling in his face, below and in front of his long ears, and above his eager little nose. It almost scared him at first, for he had never before felt anything at all like it. Then he guessed what it meant. There were two bunchy places on his face that Mamma Rabbit had told him were eyes. “When you are older,” she had said to him, “these eyes will open, and then you will see.” For the Rabbit children are always blind when they are babies.
When his mother told him that, the biggest little Rabbit had said, “What do you mean when you say I shall ‘see’? Is it anything like eating?”
And Mamma Rabbit said, “No, you cannot taste things until you touch them, but you can see them when they are far away.”
“Then it is like smelling,” said the biggest little Rabbit.
“No, it is not like smelling, either, for there are many things, like stones, which one cannot smell and yet can see.”
“Then it surely is like hearing,” said the biggest little Rabbit.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed his mother, who was tired of having questions asked which could not be answered. “It is not a bit like hearing. You could never hear a black cloud coming across the sky, but you could see it if you were outside your burrow. Nobody can make you understand what seeing is until your eyes are open, and then you will find out for yourself without asking.”
This made the biggest little Rabbit lie still for a while, and then he said: “What is a black cloud, and why does it come across the sky? And what is the sky, and why does it let the cloud come? And what is—” But he did not get any answer, for his mother ran out of the burrow as fast as she could.
And now his eyes were surely opening and he should see! His tiny heart thumped hard with excitement, and he rubbed his face with his forepaws to make his eyes open faster. Ah! There it was; something round and bright at the other end of the burrow, and some strange, slender things were waving across it. He wondered if it were good to eat, but he dared not crawl toward it to see. He did not know that the round, bright thing was just a bit of sky which he saw through the end of the burrow, and that the slender, waving ones were the branches of a tree tossing in the wind. Then he looked at his brothers and sisters as they lay beside him. He would not have known what they were if he had not felt them at the same time.
“I can see!” he cried. “I can see everything that there is to see! I’m ahead of you! Don’t you wish that you could see, too?”
That was not a very kind thing to say, but in a minute more his brothers and sisters had reason to be glad that they couldn’t see. Even while he was speaking and looking toward the light, he saw a brown head with two round eyes look in at him, and then a great creature that he thought must surely be a dog ran in toward him. He pushed his nose in among his blind brothers and sisters and tried to hide himself among them. He thought something awful was about to happen.
“I wish Mamma Rabbit would come,” he squeaked, shutting his eyes as closely as he could. “I wish Mamma Rabbit would come.”
“Why, here I am,” she answered. “What are you afraid of?”
The biggest little Rabbit opened his eyes, and there was the creature who had frightened him, and it was his own mother! You can imagine how glad she was to see that one of her children had his eyes open.
“I will call some of my Rabbit friends,” she said, “and let you see them, if you will promise not to be afraid.”
The next day four of the other little Rabbits had their eyes open, and the day after that they all could see each other and the shining piece of sky at the end of the burrow. It was not so very long afterward that the Rabbit family went out to dine in the forest, and this was the first time that the children had seen their father. Then their father taught them how to gnaw tough bark to wear their teeth down, for Rabbits’ teeth grow all the time, and if they were to eat only soft food, their teeth would get too long. He taught them, too, how to move their ears in the right way for keen hearing, and told them that when chased they must run for the burrow or the nearest thicket. “Then crouch down on some leaves that are the color of your fur,” he said, “and you may not be seen at all.”
“Why should we run?” said the biggest little Rabbit.
“Because you might be caught if you didn’t.”
“What might catch us?” asked the biggest little Rabbit.
“Oh, a Hawk, perhaps, or a Weasel.”
“What does a Hawk look like?”
“Like a great bird floating in the sky,” said Papa Rabbit. “Now, don’t ask me any more questions.”
“Does a Hawk look like that bird above us?” asked the biggest little Rabbit.
His father gave one look upward. “Yes!” he said. “Run!”
And just as the Hawk swooped down toward the ground, he saw nine white-tipped tails disappear into a burrow nearby.