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Was some one knocking on the door of Uncle Lucky's little white house on the corner of Lettuce Avenue and Carrot St., Rabbitville, U. S. A.? Well, I guess yes, three times. Maybe somebody has been knocking ever since Bobbie Redvest told me that a bad attack of rheumatism prevents the dear old gentleman rabbit from hearing unpleasant news. Well, anyway, when Uncle Lucky opened the door who do you think was standing on the mat? You'd never guess, not even if I told you he wore rubber boots and held a green umbrella in his hand.
It was Daddy Longlegs-yes, sir, that's who it was.