A DEAD BUNNY 



IT was just an old packing case, with part of the 

 open front covered with wire netting, under a wall in 

 a sheltered corner of the garden, but it was 

 the home of a wee wild bunny. 



It was when the snow was deep 

 upon the ground that Old Peter in 

 moving a heap of sand had destroyed 

 the nest, and exposed two tiny furry 

 mites ; too small to feed themselves, one 

 soon died, the other learnt to use a spoon 

 and so saved his life and grew. 



Only yesterday Good Friday- 

 he was gay and lively, with his 

 dark soft brown eyes and little 

 twitching whiskered nose; as for 

 the pace of his rapidly moving jaws, 'twas wonderful ; 

 no sort of weed to him could come amiss. 



Alas ! to-day he is dead. I know not why, but it has 



UABBIT HUTCH 



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