So his brown and gray coat always was rumpled and tumbled and dirty.
His house was a tumble-down affair in which no one but Mr. Rabbit
would ever have thought of living, and his garden--oh, dear me, such a
garden you never did see! It was all weeds and brambles. They filled
up the yard, and old Mr. Rabbit actually couldn't have gotten into his
own house if he hadn't cut a path through the brambles.
"Now when old Mr. Rabbit heard that Old Mother Nature was coming, his
heart sank way, way down, for he knew just how angry she would be when
she saw his house, his garden and his shabby suit.
"'Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?' wailed Mr. Rabbit, wringing
his hands.
"'Get busy and clean up,' advised Mr. Woodchuck, hurrying about his
own work.
"Now Mr. Woodchuck was a worker and very, very neat. He meant to have
his home looking just as fine as he could make it. He brought up some
clean yellow sand from deep down in the ground and sprinkled it
smoothly over his doorstep.
"'I'll help you, if I get through my own work in time,' shouted Mr.
Woodchuck over his shoulder.
"That gave Mr. Rabbit an idea. He would ask all his neighbors to help
him, and perhaps then he could get his house and garden in order by
the time Old Mother Nature arrived. So Mr. Rabbit called on Mr. Skunk
and Mr. Coon and Mr. Mink and Mr. Squirrel and Mr. Chipmunk, and all
the rest of his neighbors, telling them of his trouble and asking them
to help. Now, in spite of the trouble Mr.
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