FLUFF-BUTTON THE RABBIT 
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snow now seemed so warm and dark that she 
believed herself in the Pine Tree burrows, and 
nestled down as contentedly as if she leaned against 
Fluff-Button's soft coat. Her nose ceased to quiver 
as her breath came more and more faintly, and 
her big brown eye closed ; while her spirit drifted 
further and further away, until it silently crossed the 
borderland into the country from which there is no 
return. 
A cloud blotted out the moon and wrapped the 
woods from end to end in the vast silence of snow. 
Great flakes as big as pigeon's feathers floated down 
into the clearing. The double trail was covered up, 
and the drifts piled higher and higher, until not even 
the tip of a dark ear peeped out to show where little 
Cuni la'. 
