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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.