I busied myself with work and gave philosophical replies to anyone who asked about the hare, hiding my sadness at its disappearance, and feeling guilty for my absence. Two weeks later, as I looked out of an upstairs window, I noticed a movement in the long grass at the top of the garden, which had grown to knee height. By mere chance, I glimpsed the tips of the hare’s ears. For reasons unknown, it was hiding, its body completely camouflaged. As dusk deepened, I stared out into the garden, puzzled. I saw a faint stirring in the flower bed, and what I thought were three baby rabbits emerging one
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