(Credit: Hubert J. Steed)
Clovertoes hops out from the bushes and nibbles a mouthful of clover.
‘Look!’ A voice cries. She looks up and sees a young boy trying to point without letting go of a pile of three cardboard boxes in his arms. In front of him walks a young girl carrying two similar boxes and behind them is a woman dragging a huge blue suitcase and a man with a huge black suitcase.
‘Look,’ the boy says again, ‘a bunny!’
‘Maybe it lives under the house,’ says the woman.
‘Do you think it’s tame?’ asks the man, ‘it doesn’t seem at all afraid.’
‘No one has lived here in years,’ says the woman.
Clovertoes keeps her eyes on them as they walk up to the front door, but continues her meal. They are the ones who should be afraid, she thinks. Clearly they don’t know why the house has been empty for so long.
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