FLUFF-BUTTON THE RABBIT in 
a growl rose in his throat. It was so quiet, so 
light ; as if fascinated he began to tiptoe forward. 
Remember that there is hardly anything white 
known in the woods, except here and there a flower. 
There is neither white bird nor beast ; even the 
white eggs of the pigeon are laid where none of 
the Fur Folk can see them, except it be Koutchee 
the squirrel. Men wiseacres who would judge 
Nature by their printed books, talk grandly of the 
benefit of Protective Resemblance, and the Survival 
of the Fittest. They have left out of count the germ 
planted in the being of the higher Fur Folk a germ 
which is often carried from birth to death undreamed 
of, undeveloped but which in man, another step up 
the ladder, becomes a power which is accountable 
for untold cruelty and strife superstition. Had 
all rabbits been white since the first of the race, 
then indeed the fox's hunting would be easy enough ; 
but when once in ten generations a white rabbit 
appears, its chances of life are many times greater 
than those of its fellows, for in the eyes of the hunters 
it is compassed round with magic, a thing set apart. 
The fox crept to within eight feet of the mystery 
and cowered down, for there was little or no scent 
to enlighten him as to its nature. The White 
Rabbit's red eyes were wide with horror, but under 
the nightmare spell of the fox's proximity she could 
