And well might the fox say so, for if any one had seen John, with his braces, and the strings of his breeches, and the end of his night-cap flying in the wind, and the broom whirling round his head, he would have been very much inclined to run away from him. The moon being high up in the air, and consequently out of all danger, was greatly amused at the sight, and laughed, and roared, and wagged its head in a most reckless manner. The only other eyes that saw John as he flew over the hill like a greyhound, were those of an old rabbit which lived in a hole at the top of the hill, and put out its head to see what could be the matter. This rabbit was extremely old, and had been a great great grandmother for many years. Moreover, it was very grave, and had been only known to laugh once, and that was one day when sixteen little rabbits were playing and rolling over each other on the hill-side, and a little dog pounced into the middle of them with a loud bark, which caused them to fly in a moment; and the last that was seen of them was sixteen little tails as they vanished into sixteen holes and left the little dog looking very foolish indeed! When this old rabbit saw John scampering over the hill in such haste, it gave a peculiar smile, and shook its head slowly.