<h2 ><SPAN name="Patch" id="Patch">X</SPAN></h2><h3>AT THE CARROT PATCH</h3>
<p>During his first summer Nimble never
reached Farmer Green's carrot patch
once. His mother had planned to take
him there. But on account of an unexpected
party she had postponed their
visit. And somehow the right night for a
trip after carrots never seemed to come
again.</p>
<p>Now, Nimble had never forgotten what
his mother had told him about carrots.
And he was going after some—so he
promised himself—just as soon as he was
big enough.</p>
<p>When Nimble's second summer rolled<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span>
around he was big enough and old enough
to prowl through the woods and fields
much as he pleased. He was a Spike
Horn. And he felt fit to go to the carrot
patch without waiting for anybody to
show him the way.</p>
<p>So one night he stole down the hillside
pasture, across the meadow, and jumped
the fence into Farmer Green's garden.</p>
<p>He saw at once that somebody was
there ahead of him. It was Jimmy Rabbit.
He was very busy with one of Farmer
Green's cabbages.</p>
<p>"I've come down to try the carrots,"
said Nimble.</p>
<p>Jimmy Rabbit made no reply, except to
nod his head slightly. He was eating so
fast that he really couldn't speak just
then.</p>
<p>"Are these carrots?" Nimble inquired,
as he looked about at the big cabbages,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span>
which crossed the garden in long rows.</p>
<p>Jimmy Rabbit shook his head.</p>
<p>"They seem to be good," said Nimble,
"whatever they are. I'll taste of one."</p>
<p>And he did. In fact he tasted of three
or four of them, eating their centers out
neatly.</p>
<p>Meanwhile Jimmy Rabbit was becoming
uneasy. And at last he spoke.</p>
<p>"I thought," he said, "you told me you
had come down here to try the carrots."</p>
<p>"So I did," Nimble answered. "But I
don't know where the carrots are."</p>
<p>"Why didn't you say so before?"
Jimmy Rabbit asked him. And without
waiting for a reply he cried, "Follow me!
I'll show you." And he hopped off
briskly, with Nimble after him.</p>
<p>Soon Jimmy Rabbit came to a halt.</p>
<p>"Here it is!" he said. "Here's the carrot
patch. Help yourself!" And then he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span>
hopped away again, back to his supper of
cabbages.</p>
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<p class="center b"><strong>Nimble Deer Followed Jimmy Rabbit.</strong><br/>
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<p>Nimble Deer began to eat the carrot
tops. And he was greatly disappointed.</p>
<p>"They're not half as good as those great
round balls," he muttered. And he
turned away from the carrots, to go back
and join Jimmy Rabbit. But he hadn't
gone far when he met Jimmy bounding
along in a great hurry.</p>
<p>"Old dog Spot!" Jimmy Rabbit gasped
as he whisked past Nimble. "He's out
to-night and he's coming this way."</p>
<p><SPAN name="follow" id="follow"></SPAN>In one leap Nimble sprang completely
around and followed Jimmy Rabbit
across the meadow, up through the pasture
and over the stone wall into the
woods. There they lost each other.</p>
<p>The next morning Nimble met his
mother along the ridge that ran down toward
Cedar Swamp.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span>"I went down to the carrot patch last
night," he told her. "And I must say I
don't see why you're so fond of carrots.
They're not half as good as some big
green balls that I found in the garden. I
call the carrot leaves tough. But the big
green balls have very tender leaves."</p>
<p>His mother gave him a queer look.</p>
<p>"Do you mean to tell me," she asked
him, "that you ate only the <i>leaves</i> of the
carrots?"</p>
<p>"Why, yes!" said Nimble. "I saw
nothing else to eat. There was no fruit
on them."</p>
<p>"Ho!" cried his mother. "You have to
dig with your toes to reach the carrots
themselves. They're down in the ground.
And to my mind there's nothing any
juicier and sweeter and tenderer than nice
young carrots, eaten by the light of the
moon."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span>Nimble felt very foolish. And then he
tossed his head and said lightly, "Oh,
well! It wouldn't have made any difference
if I <i>had</i> dug the carrots out of the
dirt. They wouldn't have tasted right
anyhow. For there was no moon last
night!"</p>
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