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Hopperthellow, a most strange heir

had a nasty habit of wearing a three-piece-suit

just about EVERYWHERE

all the other wild rabbits in the grove

this, they never even once pretended to try and

understand

how such an accepted member of their sweetly knit

community could be so odd yet quite grand

you see, Shakespeare came to be his preferred tone

he cared NOT for the common cut of carrots

for they tasted to him to be much too bland and

overgrown

so, instead he ate only the finest cuts of untrampled

meadow grass

with a few fresh morning daisies or dandelions  

tossed in

he never fully hopped like any other rabbit one knew

he more so cantered with a frank fidgety gate

like he had royalty among his kin

while to his perfecting nature he tried to remain

true

why, he even wore a monocle in his little, pink,

alert left eye

( a small, round piece of glass that hung on a string)

he had PERFECT eyesight

so, not a one of his fellow bunny clansmen understood

just why

that he would require the use of such a peculiar thing

this jolly and fat suited up fellow

was always the very first to aid any soul in need

even if that meant getting one of his fine, lovely

little suits quite soiled up indeed

for that was just the odd, little elf like, stately

non-hopper's way

the kind yet lordly Hopperthellow, I say

but his odd kindness was accidentally put to the

test one day

and was never forgotten by all fellow rabbit heirs far

nor few from around that part of the the way

the tale as was handed down and told to me goes,

Once, when Hopperthellow was on his way to come

courtin' the young and quite fair, new widow

by the good name of Ms. Patsy Puddles

he happened upon the likes of Ickedy-Snickedy

( a dear old friend's orneriest young son!)

stuck smack-dab-solid in an ucky-yucky pond of a

muddy mess

so much so that the concerned dear, odd Hopperthellow

said to himself

well, then I guess

the young and quite fair, new widow on down the Cherry

Blossom Lane will simply have to wait

for my dear young, lad Ickedy-Snickedy here has

gotten himself into an awful sort of state

and without another moment to even think to hesitate

Hopperthellow bent down and tugged on Ickedy-Snickedy's

grubby, little front paws to try to release him from the tight grip of the bog

why, he pulled and tugged, then he tugged and pulled on the trapped youngster like he was an old buried bone being uprooted by a big, hungry dog

then, quite suddenly with a horribly loud SNAP

out flopped Ickedy-Snickedy

landing none too gentlemanly like

in the very middle of sweet odd Hopperthellow's clean, suited up lap

Oh thank you for saving me, Mr. Hopperthellow, said

Ickedy-Snickedy with a kiss to his whiskered cheek that positively thwacked

I promise to NEVER get bogged down in that nasty, old, smelly pond again,

nor even to it will I ever go back

upon seeing for himself that the youngest Snickedy was as right as the spring rain and apparently none the worse for this trying day's wear

Hopperthellow then said, Well, isn't that nice my dear dirty lad, but you must now excuse me

for I, myself must be off to a far more appealing somewhere

so quick as the wind, back to his bachelor's den he hopped

Yes he HOPPED all the way!

shocking the very carrots out of all his fellow bunny

clansmen until they knew not what to think or say

changing his filthy, mud splattered suit into another of finely pressed Kelly green

He then hopped, YES, he HOPPED once again, all the way back some mile or more to the young and quite fair new widow's front den gate

Then, only started to gallantly stroll before her, once he knew that by her he had indeed been seen

and with slightly crushed yet uneaten daisies ( the ones he had quickly snatched up, on his way)

He politely held them out to her in his slightly trembling paw

the young and quite fair new widow said

Why, thank you so much, dear, kind, sir

smiling, even though, her oddly sweet come a courtin'

Hopperthellow she was sure

did not know

that he still had just a wee dab of dried pond mud

smeared upon his stately whiskered jaw.....

(Dec. 10, 1994 am)