VIII
It was awkward to have something for which you could find no name, especially when it was something that you had begun to love already.
"We'll have to ask someone," the Man said. "If I knew where He was, I might ask——"
The Woman's face blanched. "Not God," she begged. "Because of the fruit we ate, He might take it from us."
Just then they were disturbed by a rustling of snow. Looking up, they saw the rabbit, watching them with timid eyes and recovering his breath after the long climb.
"What d'you want?" the Man asked sharply.
The rabbit flicked his white scut and sat up on his hind-legs, his whiskers quivering with excitement.
"I want to see it," he panted. "The dog's been boasting. I hurried because I wanted to be the first to see it. I'm so little; I couldn't do it any harm."
"Let him see it," said the Woman. "He's gentle. He might be able to tell us what to call it."