The Night-dark Meadow
In which Rabbit ventures out after dark
Some evenings, when the moon was nothing more than a sliver of a crescent, and as the first few stars winked in the black night sky, Rabbit would venture out into the meadow.
She liked to sit in the dark, sniff the night air, and listen to the muffled, drowsy sounds that wafted across the garden as everyone snuggled in for the night.
And on some of these late evenings, Rabbit’s sister would join her in the dark meadow, for whispered conversations and hot cocoa.
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