“Oh my fur and whiskers. I’m late! I’m late!”

I was supposed to be there, time had flown and I wasn’t there- I was supposed to be! No time for talking! Why is she following? By the Queen! Oh, the Queen! The Queen- she will take my head! There’s no time for chatter! I clutch to my golden pocket watch. Time; always running. Always running out. Running away. She keeps along, mincing along with questions pouring out of her mouth.

“Mr. Rabbit?” she calls as I fly past the fallen log. I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.