He
was too frightened even to call out, as he nearly always did when he
found himself in trouble. Nearly always his first thought was of his
father or mother. But this time he hardly knew what to do.
It had all happened so suddenly. He had not meant to get upside downside
this way. All he wanted to do was to sit on the trapeze, as he had often
sat in a swing, and sway to and fro. But something had gone wrong,
something had slipped, and there Bunny was, hanging by his knees with
his head toward the floor.
Then Bunny had a thought that he might let go with his clinging legs and
drop to the pile of hay. That was what the hay was for--to fall on. It
was a thick, soft pile, but, somehow or other, Bunny did not like to
think of falling on it head first.
"If I could only land on it with my hands or feet it wouldn't be so
bad," thought the little fellow to himself. "But if I hit on my
head----"
And when he thought of that he clung with all his force to the wooden
bar. He was still swinging to and fro, and on this first swing Bunny had
knocked to one side the pile of boxes and the barrel with which he had
made himself a sort of ladder so he could reach Mart's trapeze, which
was several feet above the barn floor. So, now that the boxes by which
he had climbed up were out of reach, Bunny could not get down by using
them.
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