The Wabbit found his close neighbourhood familiar and did not bump into things. Not too often anyway- maybe if he was hurrying. There were too many leaves for the time of year and there was some economic thing that meant the leaf blowers had stopped. But that gate! It was never, never open. What could this mean? The Wabbit thought someone very important lived there but although he had peered through the hedge, he had never caught sight of a single person. It looked like the house was for sale. The Wabbit was annoyed because no one ever took the Wabbit into considewation. Now he would never know who owned the house. He twitched his nose and moved on.
Friday, August 06, 2010
The Wabbit and the House for Sale
The Wabbit found his close neighbourhood familiar and did not bump into things. Not too often anyway- maybe if he was hurrying. There were too many leaves for the time of year and there was some economic thing that meant the leaf blowers had stopped. But that gate! It was never, never open. What could this mean? The Wabbit thought someone very important lived there but although he had peered through the hedge, he had never caught sight of a single person. It looked like the house was for sale. The Wabbit was annoyed because no one ever took the Wabbit into considewation. Now he would never know who owned the house. He twitched his nose and moved on.
