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The Rabbit -Part Two-
(literary nonsense) quite early in the morrow i felt the sun warm me to the marrow and the light of it eased sorrow which had clouded up my brain and i harked back to last night where i sat and mulled my plight when a rabbit said delight was brought by lanterns, in the rain and infused in my poor brain was the thought i was insane how is a lantern a delight? but if you carry it in night, it chases away the things which fright, ah! the lantern is a light though the flame from which it comes is never known to come from sun, it's a light, if ever one has seen one in the night and i stretched myself so slight and knocked over this said light and it was i had forgotten that the lantern still was burning and inside my stomach churning as i watched the flames arise and a rabbit softly spoken hopped my way and laid his token though it wasn't so a token as i'd thought when first that night as i panicked this demise, the grass burning 'fore my eyes still the rabbit stood there stately, thumped his foot, did not berate me, but said another, lately, as I tried to stomp the fire and i listened to him speaking, and the words that he was saying, and i couldn't help but fraying all the edges of my temper for he said without a whisper, a thing which made my fury blister: "water is a great delight"
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