Then the monkey peered down into the well. "It isn‘t the stars," said he. The rabbit kept on singing.

This time the monkey looked toward the forest. "It must be the leaves," said he. "Anyway, it‘s too good music to let go to waste." So he began to dance, and after a while he danced so far away that the rabbit wasn‘t afraid, so he climbed down into the well and got a drink and ran off into the thicket.

Well, the next morning, when the animals came down and found the footprints again, you should have heard them talk to the monkey. They said, "Mr. Monkey, you are no better than Mr. Bear; neither of you is of any account. You can't catch a rabbit." And the monkey said, "It wasn't old Mr. Rabbit‘s fault at all that I left that well. He had nothing to do with it. All at once the most beautiful music that you ever heard came out of the woods, and I went to see who was making it." But the animals only laughed at him. Then they tried to get someone else to watch the well that night. No one would do it. So they thought and thought and thought about what to do next. Finally the fox spoke up. "I’ll tell you what let‘s do," said he. "Let‘s make a tar man and set him to watch the well." "Let‘s do," said the other animals together. So they worked the whole day long building a tar man and set him to watch the well.

That night the rabbit crept out of the thicket, and there he saw the tar man. So he sat down on the hillside and began to sing:

"Cha ra ra, will you, will you, can you?
Cha ra ra, will you, will you, can you?"

But the man never heard. The rabbit kept on singing:

"Cha ra ra, will you, will you, can you?
Cha ra ra, will you, will you, can you?"

The tar man never spoke a word.