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Shrubbery

She had been in her bedroom, straightening her hair in the mirror, when she saw the flash of white and gold on her freshly cut lawn. Curious, she went out to investigate.

The rabbit quickly bolted, but her immediate attention was on the glint of gold in the grass.

It was an old-fashioned pocket watch.

Why in the hell did that rabbit have a pocket watch?

There was no question in her mind that the watch belonged to the rabbit: it was small like a pendant, and had the silhouette of a rabbit engraved on the back.

She had chased the rabbit for nearly 20 minutes before it finally dashed into the shrubbery. She still wasn’t used to running in flip-flops.

This is silly.

“Come on out little buddy,” she cooed, “I won’t hurt you.”

She leaned into the shrub, intent on saving the rabbit.

Where’d that hole come from?

She stared confused. She took pride in her shrubbery and as an avid gardener she’d have noticed the hole when she was weeding last week.

Alice crawled in toward the hole.

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