"Well, what is it? What are you talking to yourself about, Ryder Rabbit?" Ryder looked up with a start to find the soft, beautiful eyes of Lightfoot the Deer gazing down at him over the top of a little hemlock tree. "It's awful," declared Ryder. "It's worse than unfair. It doesn't give them any chance at all." "I suppose it must be so if you say so," replied Lightfoot, "but you might tell me what all this awfulness is about." |








