The morning was early and cool and bright, full to bursting with dewdrops and birdsong. It was one of those mornings where adventure waited behind every stone and tree, and every stirring leaf hid some whisper of magic. Everything was wonderful and good and sweet - though someone nearby, growing nearer all the while, seemed to have missed the memo, and was singing distinctly off-key as he stumped around.
"The ole wolf sing, a-hoo-oo-hoo," the voice belted as its purple-pelted owner nosed around in the bushes, "a-where oh where that bun-ny hid? A-oo-hoo-hoo, hy wants my sup-per, ho lit-tle bun-ny, a-where - are - you?"
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