Friday, October 2, 2009

Poppy and her rabbit went to the bookcase full of cookbooks. She sat down with her legs crossed, and one by one she pulled out the books, carefully checked through a few pages, and spread them out around her in an arc. The rabbit was very quiet. Poppy said "I'm going to make you a cake, Rabbit. What sort of cakes do Rabbits like?" The rabbit still said nothing, but sat there staring at a picture of vegetables.

"A carrot cake of course," Scarlet imposed. She regretted the interference as soon as it had left her mouth. Who was she to say what a Rabbit might like? She turned away and busied herself with the vacuum cleaner, sucking up the endless trails of sand and dust that had appeared through the ancient house.

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