The Magic of a Rabbit

While birdie the greyhound lay in a patch of sunlight, clearly well into his first nap of the morning. I chuckled under my breath at them, and crumb caught me looking. He had a biscuit in his mouth, which he was just about to drop into the hole he dug. But now that I'd seen his hiding place, he huffed and trotted around the edge of the house to dig another. Oh dear. That second hole would be my fault. Maybe I'd stop on my way home and see what silly selections I could make. Just as I turned back to the sidewalk, I spotted something pale, moving through the yard of the house opposite. A rabbit