Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare

"Heigh-ho," said Little Jack Rabbit to himself one bright morning, "how happy I'd be if I could find Uncle John Hare." And then, all of a sudden he came to a sign by the road on which was printed in big red letters: "THREE MILES TO TURNIP CITY" "Perhaps someone there can tell me where he lives," and the little rabbit set out with a brave heart once more, and pretty soon, not so very far, he came to a little house painted white, with green shutters and a red chimney. And, goodness me! Before he could say "Winky pinky" Uncle John Hare himself opened the door. "How did you get here all by yourself? It's a long way from the Old Bramble Patch," inquired the old gentleman rabbit.