I killed the snake, an' arter that took an interest in 'em.
Every time I passed I'd look in at the bunnies, an' each time I seen signs that some tarnal varmint had been prowlin' round.

One day I missed a bunny, an' next day another; so on until only one was left, a peart white and gray little scamp.

Somethin' was stealin' of 'em, an' it made me mad.

So yistidday an' to-day I watched, an' finally I plugged this black thief.

Yes, he's got a glossy coat; but he's a bad un fer all his fine looks.