Billy Bunny and Professor Crow by David Cory

Let me see. I left off in the last story just as little Billy Bunny was hopping down the Friendly Forest path. Well, he hadn't gone very far when he saw old Professor Crow.

Now, the professor wasn't very busy, you know, for school was over and there were no little people to teach how to crow -- I mean how to read and write -- so he had plenty of time to himself, and as soon as he saw the little rabbit he flew down from the tree and began to talk. "I'm sorry to have to tell you," he began, "that my little boy, Blackie Crow, has the measles."