"Bunny Rabbit," said the Man, "your ears are abnormal."
Bunny Rabbit lay crouched upon the hearthrug, blinking. At first he had found covert in the curtains, but these had been looped up. Then he had squeezed behind the bookcase and been, with difficulty, extracted. Then he had set himself to dig. The carpet had repaid him with some fluff. The doormat and the wicker chair seemed promising, but he made little headway, and so had lain down tired.
Lay full Length, Eyes closed
"Very abnormal ears, Bunny," the Man went on. "This smacks of the domestic. Then why so frightened?"
But Bunny Rabbit was more tired than frightened.
"More food, Bunny?" A bunch of green had lain upon the floor but every scrap had vanished.
"You've had enough for one day, Bunny. It's bedtime, up you come."
So Bunny Rabbit slept that night on blankets, he and the moonshine. The Man tossed restlessly and Bunny Rabbit watched his moving lips. Twilight crept in soft-footed, and Bunny Rabbit took three little jumps and wormed inside the bed-clothes.
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