8o FLUFF-BUTTON THE RABBIT 
dry grass. The rabbits crept inside a tuft and 
hollowed it out into a neat round chamber. Fluff- 
Button obliterated the door with two deft touches, 
and then they settled down side by side. No 
hawk had eyes keen enough to detect them from 
above, and any foe on legs might have passed within 
a yard and never have seen them. But there are 
other ways of hunting than by sight. 
Crash ! It was noon. The rabbits, dozing con- 
tentedly in their form, awoke. Fluff-Button's ears 
moved the fraction of an inch, and then he squatted 
down with his eye glued to a peep-hole. Some heavy 
animal was forcing its way through the briars, but 
that did not frighten the rabbits so much as did 
a more distant sound : ' yow, yow, yowl.' ' Good 
dog ! ' said a voice just above their heads. Suddenly 
something rustled beside the form. The grass cur- 
tains were violently torn aside, and a huge grey 
rabbit head was thrust in. It was old Mutch. As 
she burst into the form her eyes glinted white as 
she glanced backwards. She thrust Cuni violently 
aside, and squatted down panting in her place, 
while Fluff-Button lay as still as death with his ears 
flattened and his paws bunched together. Cuni, 
terrified, forgot that primary rule of ' lie still,' in 
keeping of which rabbit safety lies, and ran a few 
