But here he was. Thank goodness he did not look like Ernest--no. But what
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slightly when he ate. So did her pet rabbit's. She kept watching his
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"It's because you're like a rabbit, Ernest," she said. "Like a wild
rabbit," she added, looking at him. "A hunting rabbit; a King Rabbit; a
rabbit that makes laws for all the other rabbits."