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August 16th  2011    Tim Candler

     Always a worry when Rabbits pretend to be nervous.  Without a second look at me they will high tail for those paths they have carved into the long grass, and I become deeply suspicious when they do so.  Or they will see me before I see them and suddenly they will run.  It's as though they've found out my nerves lost their fortitude sometime in 1977.

      It wasn't like this a month ago.  A month ago Rabbit clans had more directly plotted my overthrow.  They'd lead me on chases through the garden, I would follow them down paths I have carved with a mowing machine, sometimes I would run at them while shouting.  Which I begin to think was an error on my part, because this new practice of theirs is truly despicable.

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