![]() But now they know: if you eat the males you’ll be stuck with a wheezing and a gurgling in your chest the rest of your life. ![]() People didn’t used to know this, they were hungry and ate the males too. Because the male, boiled or not, it doesn’t matter. Give black rabbit meat a good soaking, bring it to boil seven times, set it in the sun for a week or two, then steam it in the oven-and it won’t kill you. Mice, mice, and more mice-he was fed up with them. If only he could down a couple-for a new cap. Benedikt stood squinting, his reddish beard tilted upward, watching the rabbits. Black rabbits flitted from treetop to treetop. ![]() Ah, what a day! The night’s storm had passed, the snow gleamed all white and fancy, the sky was turning blue, and the high elfir trees stood still. By Tatyana Tolstaya Houghton Mifflin Copyright © 2003 Tatyana Tolstayaīenedikt pulled on his felt boots, stomped his feet to get the fit right, checked the damper on the stove, brushed the bread crumbs onto the floor- for the mice-wedged a rag in the window to keep out the cold, stepped out the door, and breathed the pure, frosty air in through his nostrils. ![]()
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