The curtain was absolutely still and hung as straight as ever, with no perceptible bulge or misalignment. Holding my breath, I pulled it a few inches away from the wall, and looked behind it. There, pressed closely together, with dark chocolate fur and bottomless, coal-black eyes, were a pair of leverets. They lay with their muzzles to the wall, their ears squeezed tightly to their backs. Neither of the two had a white mark on its forehead (suggesting the theory that pairs of leverets are always marked in this way is not correct), but in all other respects they were copies of their mother.
