Rabbits of Royalty
We have been in two-minds about this for long time. The bloke who wrote about us originally was rather kind, quaint, an English gentleman one might say. So, we let him get away with his liberties.
He depicted us as little creatures who were being spun by man’s manic machine of power and control. He even made us seem like a psuedo-socialist-society in embryo. All very well and good as it appeared to fit the time. Anyway, his novel was read to children because it was about sweet furry little creatures who bounced along the fields before getting eaten by a fox, cat, or kestrel.
If that wasn’t enough, there were the bloody cars that flattened our attempts to cross the roads.
Just ask yourself whether this would have been deemed to be suitable reading for children if it had involved a group of two-legs? The answer, ladies and gentlemen…
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