almost undone—indeed he was unravelled to a frightful degree and quite weak from loss of wool. Fortunately Miss Amanda had her knitting needles with her and she soon knitted him together again, while the brave Captain chased the beast down the road. "Our misfortunes have only begun," predicted the pink rabbit gloomily, coming out of a hole in the ground to which he had retired with all speed. It was not really a tiger, dears only a cat, but I guess if you were only toy-size a cat would seem like a tiger to you!
Next morning, after breakfast of flap jacks and bacon cooked by Dinah, they set out once more upon their journey. It seemed that the pink rabbit's prediction was only too true. How can I tell you all the troubles of that brave company on their way to rescue the Princess? A flock of geese chased them and pecked their heels viciously. A
