Oh dear one, what should we say? The wood is our castle, and we not alone. Indigent the trespass. They have their world, and we our own. Dear Mother rabbit what do you say? I fear to turn and scare him away. Boy child of man, this one do we fear? Or fear not at all, for his fur does not well to hide. To stand out like a bur. A look so foolish. Who needs to fear? And yet? He eyes with a care. Nor threat to be. Dear Mother rabbit what shall I do? Be our castle have room for one more?
I could turn. I could sneer. I could chase. Snap at his behind. Chase it from our castle. Never to return? Mother rabbit what shall we do? Do we fear this one? For many we have done feared. Family lost to ones not a caring eye… and yet, this one.
This one. With fur that could not hide at all. Be his color the fair not to be like the rest? For we to see him well. For what blunder is this. Not like others, this one to seek what is not known? Or even imagine dare ask? Mother rabbit what do you say? Bolder this one to from a tree he steps. From the tree he steps!