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Updated: May 10, 2025
A little stream of dark blood trickled to the ground and clotted; and some of it hung like an icicle from the beard, which dripped incessantly with red drops. Fonske carefully put his finger to the rabbit's nose and licked off a drop of blood. "It's going home," said Sarelke. "Is it dead, father?" sighed Wartje. "Stone-dead, my boy."
It must be day then! And this awful night was past! All my dismay was gone and a bold feeling came over me, something like the feeling of gladness that follows on a solved problem. I would make Lowietje and Sarelke and all the boys at school hark to my tale, that I would! I had slept a whole night alone in the loft! And the rats! And the ghosts! Ooh! And not a whit afraid!
Sarelke had crept through the water-flags until he was close to the brook and, through the clear, gleaming blue water, watched a little fish frisking about. In a moment, his wooden shoes and his stockings were off and one leg was in the water, trying it: it was cold; and he felt a shiver right down his back. Ripples played on the smooth blue and widened out to the bank.
It was ... but no, they were sitting there too glumly! I went up to them and, after all, knew them for Sarelke and Lowietje, the village-constable's children. They sat with their legs in the ditch, their elbows on their knees, earnestly chatting. I sat down beside them, but they did not even look up, did not notice me.
Father had one or two things to do and then the boys might come along to the rabbits. "The two white ones, eh, father?" Father nodded yes; and Sarelke and Dolfke skipped along the boards to the hutch and came back each carrying a long white rabbit by the ears. Dolfke held his close to the ground, hidden behind a tree, so that it shouldn't see the other's blood and foresee its own death.
I, who was all for sport and child's-play, now found my own chums so altered; and they no longer knew me. I would have liked to shout, to grip them hard by the shoulder and call out that it was I: I, I, I! But I durst not, or could not. "There comes the keeper," droned Sarelke. Lowietje looked down the drove with his great glassy eyes. The two boys stood up and, without speaking, shuffled away.
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