Away. It's a regular flood down in the meadow. Everything is
spoiled!" "I wonder--I wonder if he means the circus?" thought Bunny,
but he was too
sleepy to do anything more, just then, than wonder. In the morning,
however, when the storm had passed, Bunny Brown and his sister Sue
heard some bad news. After breakfast Bunker and Ben came in and
Bunker said: "Well, little folks, I guess we can't have
any circus!" "No circus!" cried
Bunny, and he was so surprised that he dropped his fork with a
clatter on his plate, waking up Splash, the big dog, who was
asleep in one corner of the room. "Why can't
we have a circus?" asked Sue. She and Bunny had almost forgotten
about the storm the
night before. "We can't have a circus," explained Bunker, "because
both our tents were washed away during the night. The brook, that
is generally so small that you can wade across it, was so filled with
rain water that it was almost turned into a river. It flooded
the meadow, the water washed out the tent poles and
pegs, and down the tents fell,
flat. Then the water rose higher and washed them away." "Where did it
wash them?" asked Bunny. "Oh, away down
toward the river, I guess. I'm afraid we'll never get 'em
back." "It's
too bad," said Ben. "Just
when we were all ready for the nice
circus. But, Bunker, we won't give up yet. We'll look for those
tents, and maybe we can put them up again."
"Well, maybe we can do it," said the red-haired boy. "But I'm afraid
everything is spoiled." "We'll help you look for the tents," said
Bunny. "Won't we, Sue?" "If--if the water isn't too deep," said Sue.
She
was always afraid of deep water,
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