A thin skin of ice turned the normally green field white; a heavy frost kept everyone in their burrows. Phineas Rabbit stuck his tender pink bunny nose out into the cold and immediately pulled back; Jack Frost was more than nipping.
“Dad! We’re hungry!”
“I know, little ones, but there isn’t much available right now…”
“But Dad!”, was the plaintive reply.
“I suppose”, he admitted unwillingly, “that I could cross Chester Creek, raid Farmer Brown’s disgusting squashes, get chased by hound dogs, and maybe, just maybe, bring home a bit or two.”
“Thanks, Dad!"
That didn’t go how I wanted…
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