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I leaned back and opened my beak to let out a loud peal of laughter. “You are a real piece of work,” I said. “It is not your fault that the Rabbit might have to move. You are suffering so he can be happy ... pretty silly. You don’t know that the Rabbit might not be happier in the new garden.” The young girl had to admit that she did not know if the Rabbit might not be happier in her new garden or perhaps in someone else’s garden.
I was a little aggravated by now so I said, “As far as the Owl is concerned, what makes him so smart? He doesn’t know if the plants will die and he surely doesn’t know if you are smart enough to grow the new plants. He just wants you to leave things as they are because he eats the mice in the garden. He does not care what happens to you.” “Well that is all true enough,” the young girl had to admit.
“But the Bull,” she stammered. “What about the Bull?” I replied. “What could he really do? He is behind a fence and even if he could knock it down, his farmer would have to come and get him and then build you a new fence that the Bull could not knock down.”
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