seven little rabbits lay on their nest at the bottom of the burrow, and wriggled and squirmed and pushed their soft noses against each other all day long. life was very easy for them, and they were contented. the first thing that they remembered was lying on their bed of fur, hay, and dried leaves, and feeling a great, warm, soft something close beside them. after a while they learned that this something was their mamma rabbit. it was she who had gotten the nest ready for them and lined it with fur that she tore from her own breast. she didn't care so much about looking beautiful as she did about making her babies comfortable.