In the dead of winter they're a flash of white on white, a blur of kicking legs and twitching ears and coal-black eyes weaving among the stick-thin birch trunks and wind-crested snowdrifts. Sometimes you only see the hints of their rapid departure, the miniature flurries of snow kicked from low-lying branches and the quiver of underbrush, the tiny
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And I mean that in the best possible way. ;)
Very nicely done. :)
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You know what they say - Rabbits' feet are lucky for people, but the rabbits weren't so lucky.
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Yeah, I never understood the rabbit foot thing, to be honest.
Thanks for reading!
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Thank you for taking the time to read. :)
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