Wild rabbit. Sniff, sniff, sorry, I don't mean to impose. Something smells foxy to my wrinkly nose. Sometimes I wish that I was a mad hare. He skips and he jumps in the meadow out there Here one has to keep alert in the midst of ones friends and scoot to the tunnel where the cool earth defends. Not... Sign in to see full entry.
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