Now, I hated to end my last story without telling you what happened to the Bunnysnowbile which the little rabbits left upside down beside the old hollow stump where Mr. Wicked Wolf was caught fast, you remember.
But you see I didn't have room, and where one doesn't have room one must leave a lot of things to the im-ag-in-ation, which means "make-believe," you know.
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