PHOEBE
Phoebe was equally statuesque as the rabbit approached Lisbeth. It kept the rabbit at ease as it moved in closer to get more of the lettuce, whiskers tickling Lisbeth's hand.As for what to do next, Phoebe was equally unsure. She had never tamed a rabbit before! But she had a gut feeling that getting it accustomed to touch would be an important step. So ever so slowly she reached out -
The rabbit looked her direction and Phoebe froze, hand hovering in the air. Ever so slowly she offered up the dandelions in her other palm. This seemed to appease the fickle bunny who happily munched away. Then, with a feather light touch, Phoebe stroked the back of the rabbit.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
