communication again

Here I'm standing with my first mobile phone - it's some years ago :-)

communication

The white rabbit is philosophizing:

"He has eyes – but cannot see,
he has a mouth – but cannot talk,
he has a nose – but cannot smell,
he has arms - but cannot give a hug,
he has no legs – and cannot walk,
and he can only live when it’s cold -
- but allthough I think he’s my friend, my cold kind friend. We’re communicating via telepathy. I allways know, where he is."

The white rabbit is glad about, that there's a lo-o-o-ong time to summer.

gravity

The white rabbit saw a bumblebee flying above him. "Hey, you're a bumblebee, aren't you?", he shouted to her. She flew a little lower, so they could talk without shouting. "Yes, I am, and my name is Bumble the Humble, because the other bees say, I'm so kind," she said. "What a nice name" , the white rabbit said. "but you know that? You cannot fly! You're too big and too heavy to fly."

Bumble the Humble said: "Oh, I didn't know that". She thought, she should fly down, so the rabbit shouldn't be sad, but she was in a hurry, so she flew higher and higher, while she shouted: "Sorry - sorry - I'm in a hurry".

crash

Porcu has found a very good lair, where he could survive the winter. The "floor" is covered with leaves from the autumn, and over the lair are black branches. He pushed some dirt away, and now he would find a place to sleep.

He turned around - and crashed towards someting. He wined - and then someone laughed. He saw, that it was an animal just like him, but happy. "My name is Porcupi", he said, "what's yours?" Porcu was yet a bit chocked, but he stammed out, that he is called Porcu. Then they said at the same time: "What are you doing here?" Porcupi laughed, even Porcu smiled.

Porcupi said: "Couldn't we be friends here in winter? When we are awake sometimes, we can see, we aren't alone." "Yes," said Porcu.

Porcu was a bit happy now, and he didn't stam so much. Life was more easy, now Porcupi was there. The last he thought before he fall asleep was: "I wish, we can be friends at spring and summer too."

sprout

The tree above is a very special tree. It is called a grassland-beech, because it's only growing in the land of the grassman and his friends.

The tree here is about 100 years. There are more than 200 leaves, the sheep tried once to count them. If there come rain and sunshine, one little sprout might turn into a tree like that above.

Isn't that magic?

There is only one problem: do white rabbits eat sprouts? Anyone who knows that?