Lots of Hare In Them

They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay. My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life. I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.” He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’ They are identical twins, he said, but you can tell them apart readily. I hoped he was right; for I have trouble sometimes with the close up see. We were ushered into their parlor where the gorgeous girls appeared in sight. Their hair was longer than I expected. But their smiles were big and bright. This is my beloved, Francie, he told me. And her sister Prancie May. Moment I turned and saw her knew I could easily fall in love that day. Long beautiful hair always makes me want to be romantic and swoon. We were soon both completely in love and quite over the moon. I brought her to dinner and the relatives could not top laughing at me. Think it is a riot that even with Coke bottle glasses I can barely see. They are jealous darling, my betrothed said. Do not let it bother you. My mother was thrilled with our litter, grandchildren one to forty-two.