“You
are late!” screamed the rabbit. “This is becoming a habit!”
“It’s
not my fault!” cried the hare. “I had a flat tyre and I needed a spare!”
“Another
likely tale. Your feeble excuses are becoming quite stale.”
“I
swear it’s the truth. I tell you no lies,” said the hare with a look of
surprise.
“I
know that look and you’re scratching an itch. Even your nose is starting to
twitch.”
“Okay,
I stopped for a drink at The Palace Bar. I got a bit parched after sorting the
car.”
“What
were you doing in a place like that? Don’t tell me you were lured by the
scoundrel with the hat.”
“I
don’t know what you don’t like about Maddy Hatter. The old guy’s alright. It’s
just his patter.”
“What
about the queens and the tarts at The Palace? Oh, and that despicable girl, the
one they call Alice.”
“Alice?
Is she the one who pops pills and puffs on a chalice?”
“You
know who I mean, you sneaky little hare. Do I detect a look of guilt? Are you
having an affair?”
“Of
course not, honey. You’re my sweet little bunny. I swear that I would never
dare.”
“Keep
that in mind, for if that I do find, I’ll sever your pole and send you to
another hole.”
So
happily they lived until the lies unfolded
It’s
too gruesome to relate, but he was more than scolded
He’s
now found himself another hole
Just
down the road with a buck toothed mole
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