Follow the Rabbit

Looking after the scurrying brown ball of fur, the girl smiled. Where was it going? It was a question that could only be answered with action. Carefully and quietly, she crept after the rabbit. Alas, it did not want to tolerate any followers, and quickly disappeared into the underbrush. Sighing, the girl looked back over her shoulder and to the street. Perhaps it was time to head home, anyway. At least temporarily.

The End

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