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Tibbar hopped around the hole excitedly, his long ears dragging along the dirt floor. "Come on, Cotton. Let’s go. You said you’d take me hunting today."
Cotton slowly opened one eye. "It’s not even light out yet, Tibbar. We can’t go yet. Cotton turned over and fell back asleep.
Cotton opened his eyes and was greeted by his younger brother’s large eye.
"It’s light out, Brother. Let’s go."
"Ok, ok. We can leave right after breakfast."
"No need for breakfast, Cotton. We’re going mushroom hunting, remember? We’ll 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.
Mushrooms, mushrooms,
I want some for my tummy,
Mushrooms, mushrooms,
They’re 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."
"Don’t touch that one, Tibbar. That’s not one that Mama said are good."
"But did she tell you it was bad?"
"Well, no, but...."
"Then let’s go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?"
"Tibbar, I wouldn’t 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 don’t think we’d better. Mama always told me to..."
"I know what Mama told you. But maybe she doesn’t know about this type of mushroom. Did you ever think of that?"
"Well, maybe...."
Suddenly, Tibbar’s face changed. "Uh oh, Cotton. I don’t feel so good. Let’s go back home."
"That’s the best idea you’ve 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 wasn’t hopping like normal. "Tibbar, are you okay?"
"I’m.... I’m 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? "I’ll be right back, Tibbar. Hang in there." Cotton hopped as quickly as his legs could carry him.
"Momma, It’s 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.
"It’s ok, Tibbar. Mommy’s here. Open your mouth and eat some of this."
Tibbar tried to speak. "I’m sorry Mama...."
"Shhhh. Not right now. Just eat. It will make you feel better."
Soon Tibbar was almost back to his normal self. "I’m sorry Mama. I should have listened to Cotton. He told me to only take the kinds you taught him about, but I didn’t listen." He turned to Cotton. "I’m sorry."
"It’s ok, Tibbar. We’re just glad you’re feeling better. Now let’s get back to our hole. Then you can rest in bed and we’ll fix you a nice dinner with the good mushrooms," Cotton said.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, Brother."
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