FLUFF-BUTTON THE RABBIT 
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had entered into her inheritance, the inheritance of 
motherhood the highest happiness known in the 
woods. 
They nestled side by side under the old white- 
thorn which, for once in a way, forgot to moan as 
the wind went down. The moon set, and the fur 
of the White Doe gleamed in the starlight. But now 
the rabbits around only munched unconcernedly. 
There was no more mystery about her ; for, in the 
words of the greatest love song ever penned, and 
as true of the beasts as of the men for whom it 
was written, she was her beloved's, and his desire 
was towards her. 
