n8 FLUFF-BUTTON THE RABBIT 
rabbity feet, converging to it from every direction. 
As the White Doe passed by, she saw a brown buck 
rabbit, on his hind legs, leisurely rubbing his whiskers 
against the trunk ; and hopping up quietly behind 
him she touched him with her white nose. He 
darted away a few paces, and sat rigid. The White 
Doe approached him beseechingly and caressed him 
with a whisker kiss; but he only stared horror- 
stricken at her wonderful pink eyes, beat his fore 
paws once or twice in surprise and dismay, and 
scudded out of sight. 
All that day the Love N Longing would not be 
satisfied, and when the White Rabbit fed outside 
her burrow after dark, the restlessness in her grew 
so strong that she crept from the shadow of the 
trees to Garry's Hill. She had scarcely ever 
visited her native warren, and on the rare occasions 
on which she wandered thither, the whole burrow 
had been thrown into a panic. It was dark on the 
hill, for the moon was behind the clouds. The 
rabbit people were all munching busily, and the 
White Rabbit, happy in a sense of companionship, 
crouched near them. Now and then one bunny, in 
the sheer joy of living, skipped three feet into the 
air, and the older bucks chivied the younger ones 
in and out of the earthworks which many genera- 
tions of excavators had thrown up. Two rabbits 
