120 FLUFF-BUTTON THE RABBIT 
sniff its way towards them. The White Rabbit 
thought of stoats, but the other dreaded nameless 
things magic things, white things which leaped 
out of the gloom. Every now and then the White 
Rabbit turned her head and nestled against the 
soft fur of the other's shoulder. Here was rabbit 
normal rabbit, brown rabbit and yet he did 
not shrink from her, for in her turn she felt a 
tremulous nose sniff at her ears. . . . 
An hour afterwards the business of the Garry's 
Hill warren went on as usual. The White Doe was 
still below ground, but after midnight she came 
out with the Brown Buck behind her. The rest 
of the warren stamped, but little recked she. If 
the Brown Buck was staggered at the sight of her in 
the moonlight, he did not show it. White or brown, 
did he not know the scent of her who had come 
to him in the burrow, and who perhaps had stood 
between him and the misty terror that had leaped 
upon him in the dark. This was rabbit strange, 
it is true but still rabbit and wholly lovable. 
He put his head under her chin that she might 
scratch his ears, and this is the greatest token of 
esteem among the rabbit kind. Thus the spell was 
broken, and the fear which was round the White Doe 
was gone, for she had become as other rabbits. She 
