mandag, oktober 02, 2006
Sometimes the white rabbit is too speedy, and so it's necessary for him to slow down. Then he likes to go to the corn-field. Here's not quite quiet, but nearly - today he can only hear a gentle breeze in the corn and in the leaves of the tree.
"Wonderful," he thinks, "now I start my new, slowly life - and I can hear again."
But he couldn't hear everything - two autumn-butterflies played around, completely quiet.