The Enid Blyton Holiday Book - complete online version

41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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" You are good," he said. " I am only a little thing and may never be able to repay you for your kindness, but I thank you with all my heart! "
The rabbit laughed. " It was nothing," he said. " As for repaying me, that you can never do, little bee. You are so small and I am so bigó a tiny creature like you cannot help a rabbit. I do not want to be repaid. Fly off in peace."
The bee soon flew off with a loud buzz. The rabbit went back to his play. The spider carefully mended her web, and hoped she would catch no more bees.
The days went by. The bee was careful to look out for webs, and did not go near them. The sandy rabbit played happily about the hillside.
He didn't know that a red fox was watching him each morning, hoping that he would go near to the bush under which he was hidingó then the fox would pounce out, and the rabbit would be caught!
The sandy rabbit did not know that any fox was near. He and his friends played merrily each evening and morning. And one morning
he went near to the fox's bush.
The fox lay still. He hardly breathed. He kept his eyes on the fat little sandy rabbit. He looked round. No one was near to help him. The rabbit's father and mother had gone down their holes. The shepherd-boy was not yet up. There was no one to save the little rabbit.
A large bumble-bee came sail≠ing by, up early because the sun was warm. He settled on a late blackberry flower to get the honey. The flower was not far from the fox. In alarm the bee suddenly saw the fox's sharp eyes looking at him. He flew up into the air, won≠dering why the fox was hiding. He took a look round and then
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