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Rabbits With Wet Eyes
ONE evening while Mr. Mistletoe was pulling up plantain-weeds. . . .
But before we go on I had better tell you a few details about Mr. Mistletoe's adventures as a grass-grower.
He was always happy when he was mowing the lawn—though lawn is certainly too smooth a word for such a bumpy arrangement of ground. There is something very soothing in the whirr of the twirling blades, if it is not broken too often by the hard shock of a stick or a pebble or one
