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Updated: June 26, 2025
The silver tabby would have done better if she had remained asleep upon Miss Somebody's arm-chair, instead of squatting, still as marble, out in a damp field on a damp night, watching a rabbits' "stop" which is vernacular for a bunnies' nursery and thinking how nice raw, pink baby-rabbit would taste if she got the chance to sample it. She didn't.
He came to see a great deal of the Bunnies; in a month or two he quite had the run of the place.
She entered the new restaurant briskly, swinging her black bag. The place had Personality the white enameled tables were set diagonally and clothed with strips of Japanese toweling. Una smiled at a lively photograph of two bunnies in a basket. With a sensation of freedom and novelty she ordered coffee, chicken patty, and cocoanut layer-cake.
"Jesus!" said Sara, triumphantly nodding her head and opening her eyes very wide. "Jesus makes all ve bunnies, and all ve vitty dickey birds, and all ve vitty fowers, and all ve big fowers and all ve ponge cakes, and Yaya." "And what is Sara going to do with her bunny?" I asked. "Vuv it," she said with ecstasy. "Shall I leave her?" asked Nannie. "What a foolish question, Nannie!" I said.
"Could any one send away a blue dressing-be-gowned Sara?" "And shall I take the others, miss?" "Do," I replied. They went and left me in sole possession of Sara. "Shall I tell Sara a story?" I said. She nodded her head. "A storlie all about bunnies." So I began, "Once upon a time there was a big bunny." "A vitty bunny," said Sara. "A little bunny," I said.
The men prepared to face the crumbling of the barrier when through a small hole popped out the head of a brown rabbit. Down into the trench hopped Mrs. Bunny, followed by two small bunnies, and although rabbit for lunch would have improved the menu, the men had not the heart to kill her. On the contrary, they fed her on their rations, and at night-fall she departed, followed by her progeny.
Again, too, just think, your friends the rabbits, dearie, might take it into their comical little heads to play at hide-and-seek amongst the dishes, besides nibbling what they liked. How would you like that, eh?" "Oh, auntie, how funny you are!" cried Nell, quite overcome at the idea of the bunnies making a playground of their well-arranged table-cloth.
Carl was asking: "Would you rather be a perfect lady and have blue bowls with bunnies on them for your very worst dissipation, or be like your mountain-climbing woman and have anarchists for friends one day and be off hiking through the clouds the next?" "Oh, I don't know. I know I'm terribly susceptible to the 'nice things of life, but I do get tired of being nice.
Clytie hardly felt sure just yet whether what she most wanted was to gain a Social Triumph or to lend a Helping Hand. It was Abner's lot to help influence her decision. The Bunnies could hardly believe their eyes when, one day, Mrs. Palmer Pence came rolling into the Burrow.
Finn barked quietly, bidding his mate rest assured that all would be well, and ten minutes later he was descending upon a rabbit-earth that he knew of, a moving shadow of death among young bunnies assembled to welcome the dewy warmth of the new day.
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