“Tell me, Rabbit, how did you get so dirty?”
“I didn’t, Mother. The dirt got me.”
“Don’t get smart with me.”
“Would you rather I get dumb? I told you. The dirt got me. I was just scampering about, Mother. The dirt found me.”
“So you didn’t intentionally go find the dirt?”
“Mother, I plead with you. Just live. The dirt will fall from my fur eventually. Trust.”
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