evynneeland

There is a blacksmith, and there is a shepherd, and there is a butcher boy, and there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy. I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick, and I had thought it'd be harder to do, but I caught her and skinned her quick. Held her there kicking and mewling, unpended, unspooling, unsing, and true. Told her "wherever you go, little runaway bunny, I will find you!"