'Getting dark,' said the owl, settling on a branch above the rabbit. 'Is this a good place to rest until dawn?'
'It is dawn,' the rabbit replied, 'the sun is rising: you have it the wrong way round.''To you, perhaps; such things, indeed all "things", are relative. Anyhow, I am the dawn.'
'If you think so,' replied the rabbit politely. 'Yes, the place is excellent, peaceful, and the grass is delicious.''Grass is not my affair in relativity,' remarked the owl, 'but I seek peace in order to BE. Any predatory phenomena about?'
'Rarely,' replied the rabbit, 'the odd biped, but I go to earth, and they don't eat owls.''Very well, I will rest here,' said the owl, 'anyway I like rabbits.'
'I am flattered,' replied the rabbit, 'and you are welcome.''Juicy and tender,' the owl added, 'and sympathetic before dinner.'
'Quite so,' the rabbit assented, 'a view which is unfortunately shared by others. That is why we live below our nourishment, whereas you live above yours.''An intelligent bunny also!' commented the owl cordially. 'I will stay. In any case I have dined.'
'I am glad to hear it,' the rabbit replied politely, 'and I hope you enjoyed your dinner.''A rat; rather tough,' the owl muttered; 'I will do better tomorrow. Good-night to you, and don't eat too much of that nasty grass: makes people sick.'
'Good-morning,' the rabbit responded, 'sleep well: I will call you if anything predatory turns up.''Thanks, good bunny,' the owl answered shortly, closing his great eyes and swivelling his head, 'I think you and I will be friends.'
