The car appeared, flashing green and white, and raced down toward Bigwig. For an instant it filled the whole world with noise and fear. Then it was gone and Bigwig’s fur was blowing in the whack of wind that followed it down the hedges. He jumped back up the bank among the staring rabbits. “See? They don’t hurt you,” said Bigwig. “As a matter of fact, I don’t think they’re alive at all. But I must admit I can’t altogether make it out.”
