The little rabbit lived with his old grandmother, who needed a new dress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I will go out and trap a deer or an elk for you,” he said. “Then you shall have a new dress.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he went out hunting he laid down his bow in the path while he looked at his snares. An elk coming by saw the bow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I will play a joke on the rabbit,” said the elk to himself. “I will make him think I have been caught in his bow string.” He then put one foot on the string and lay down as if dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By and by the rabbit returned. When he saw the elk he was filled with joy and ran home crying, “Grandmother, I have trapped a fine elk. You shall have a new dress from his skin. Throw the old one in the fire!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This the old grandmother did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The elk now sprang to his feet laughing. “Ho, friend rabbit,” he called, “You thought to trap me; now I have mocked you.” And he ran away into the thicket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rabbit who had come back to skin the elk now ran home again. “Grandmother, don’t throw your dress in the fire,” he cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it was too late. The old dress was burned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n