… Bugs… The small rabbit came closer to his companion, lolloping on long hind legs.
“Let’s go a bit further, Hazel,’ he said. “You know, there’s something strange about the warren this evening, although I can’t tell exactly what it is. Shall we go down to the brook?”
Cara… “All right, Fiver,” answered Hazel, “and you can find me a cowslip when we’re there. If you can’t find one, no-one can.”
Bugs… Hazel led the way down the slope, his shadow stretching behind him on the grass.
They reached the brook and began nibbling and searching beside the wheel-ruts of the track.
It was not long before Fiver found what they were looking for.
Cowslips are a delicacy among rabbits, and as a rule there are very few left by late May in the neighbourhood of even a small warren.
This one had not bloomed, and its…
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