The Wabbit was in one of his favourite places. Fwom the balcony he could see the whole street - although he could not get down very quickly. Just sometimes, the Wabbit would get stuck on the balcony when no-one knew he was there and sometimes the window shutters were closed behind him. Then he was really stuck! It wasn't anyone's fault - just bad judgement and thoughtlessness. But when the Wabbit was stuck he thought it wasn't such a bad place to be. There was foliage and a pwetty windmill which went clack-clack and chased away the infernal wing-ed things. The Wabbit hated wing-ed things.
Friday, September 03, 2010
The Wabbit gets stuck on the Balcony (again)
The Wabbit was in one of his favourite places. Fwom the balcony he could see the whole street - although he could not get down very quickly. Just sometimes, the Wabbit would get stuck on the balcony when no-one knew he was there and sometimes the window shutters were closed behind him. Then he was really stuck! It wasn't anyone's fault - just bad judgement and thoughtlessness. But when the Wabbit was stuck he thought it wasn't such a bad place to be. There was foliage and a pwetty windmill which went clack-clack and chased away the infernal wing-ed things. The Wabbit hated wing-ed things.