(continued from "sign", May the 27th, 2007)
Maybee the white rabbit has eaten too many carrots? He can't eat anymore, nor can his friends: The bluebird won't eat carrots. Porcu uses to eat quite a lot carrots, but he visits his new friend, Porcupi. The grassman and his girlfriend had eaten carrot-cake, carrot-bread, carrot-salats and fresh carrots, and now they won't have anymore. He had even asked the wasp. "No-one here want to eat anymore carrots, everybody rejects, too bad" he thinks.
Then he see the giraffe, the refugee from Africa. "Now he must help," the white rabbit thinks. "You upthere - here are some carrots" he said.
"No thanks," says the giraffe, "I don't eat carrots." "Aren't my carrots good enough?", the rabbit said. "I'm sure they are, but I only eat leaves from tall trees," the giraffe explains.
"Ah, that's why you have your long neck! I thought, you came here to steal my carrots," the white rabbit says, a bit ashamed. He would ask why he came here from Africa, but the giraffe was already gone. The giraffe walked quickly because of his long legs, and the white rabbit couldn't even walk with his big stomach. "One day I'll ask him, what he will do at our place," was the last, he thought, before he felt asleep.
(to be continued)