Tibbar hopped around the hole excitedly, his long ears dragging along the dirt floor. "Come on, Cotton. Letís go. You said youíd take me hunting today."
Cotton slowly opened one eye. "Itís not even light out yet, Tibbar. We canít go yet. Cotton turned over and fell back asleep.
Cotton opened his eyes and was greeted by his younger brotherís large eye.
"Itís light out, Brother. Letís go."
"Ok, ok. We can leave right after breakfast."
"No need for breakfast, Cotton. Weíre going mushroom hunting, remember? Weíll eat all the mushrooms we want."
Cotton chuckled. "Okay, Tibbar. We can leave."
Cotton began to teach his brother the fine art of mushroom hunting. "Now some rabbits say that you should only go for the biggest mushrooms. But I like the little ones. They are easier to find, since most rabbits overlook them.
Now be careful, Tibbar, and only pick the mushrooms I tell you are ok.
"But why, Brother?"
"Because only some mushrooms are good for rabbits. Mama taught me which kind are good."
Tibbar bounded across the grass, singing a little song as he hopped.
I want some for my tummy,
Theyíre good for Tibbar bunny.
Suddenly Tibbar stopped. His eyes grew wide as he spotted the biggest mushroom he had ever seen. "Hey Cotton, look at this one."
"Donít touch that one, Tibbar. Thatís not one that Mama said are good."
"But did she tell you it was bad?"
"Well, no, but...."
"Then letís go for it. Whatís the worst that could happen?"
"Tibbar, I wouldnít do that if I were you."
But it was too late. Tibbar had already taken a large bit out of the mushroom. "Oh, Cotton, it tastes soooooo good. Try some.
"I donít think weíd better. Mama always told me to..."
"I know what Mama told you. But maybe she doesnít know about this type of mushroom. Did you ever think of that?"
Suddenly, Tibbarís face changed. "Uh oh, Cotton. I donít feel so good. Letís go back home."
"Thatís the best idea youíve had all morning, Tibbar. Hurry up. Mom will know what to do to make you feel better." Cotton hopped on ahead. He hopped a bit farther before looking back. Tibbar was far behind, and wasnít hopping like normal. "Tibbar, are you okay?"
"Iím.... Iím not sure, Brother. I think... I... can... make it." Tibbar crawled over to Cotton and fell down at his feet. His voice was now a whisper. "Help me, Cotton. Help me, Brother." Cotton thought quickly. Did he slowly push his brother towards the hole, risking valuable time, or did he hop as quickly as possible back home so his mother could come to Tibbar, but leaving him in the open where a larger animal could find him? "Iíll be right back, Tibbar. Hang in there." Cotton hopped as quickly as his legs could carry him.
"Momma, Itís Tibbar! I took him mushroom hunting, and..."
"Say no more, Cotton," Momma replied. "Gather as much alfalfa as you can and hurry to your brother."
They worked quickly and bound out of the hole once again.
"Itís ok, Tibbar. Mommyís here. Open your mouth and eat some of this."
Tibbar tried to speak. "Iím sorry Mama...."
"Shhhh. Not right now. Just eat. It will make you feel better."
Soon Tibbar was almost back to his normal self. "Iím sorry Mama. I should have listened to Cotton. He told me to only take the kinds you taught him about, but I didnít listen." He turned to Cotton. "Iím sorry."
"Itís ok, Tibbar. Weíre just glad youíre feeling better. Now letís get back to our hole. Then you can rest in bed and weíll fix you a nice dinner with the good mushrooms," Cotton said.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, Brother."
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