'Whatever is seen,' said the owl, 'is I who am looking.'
'Whatever is perceived,' he continued, 'is I who am apperceiving.'
'Whatever is conceived,' he concluded, 'is I who am apprehending.'
'What fun that must be for you!' the rabbit commented politely.'Fun for "you", yes,' snapped the owl, 'or ruddy hell - as the case may be!'
'Why for me?' inquired the rabbit, innocently.'Because it is a "you" who experiences it, or "suffers" it - as the Buddha is accused of having described experiencing.'
'Why must I experience, or "suffer", what you see or conceive?' queried the rabbit.'Because only a "you" can experience pleasure or pain,' said the owl patiently: 'how could I experience anything whatever?'
'Whyever not?' inquired the rabbit, raising both her long ears.'Because I, alone, AM, of course,' the owl hooted; 'you, other than I, are - absolutely - not at all!'
'What a pity!' the rabbit murmured, dropping one ear. 'I seem to be a perfectly good rabbit!''Seem to be, seem to be!' hooted the owl, 'of course you "seem to be"; why, even those two-legged vertical monsters find you "a perfectly good rabbit" when they cook you and put you in what they call a "pie"!'
'And is that all I am good for?' inquired the rabbit modestly.'All - Ab-so-lute-ly all,' concluded the owl, 'and if it were dinner-time I would give you a practical demonstration!'
'No need, no need at all,' replied the rabbit hastily, 'I always believe what you tell me!''In that case I will come down when next you feel hungry - if you will do me the honour of dining on me,' the owl offered politely.
'You are too kind,' said the rabbit, deeply moved, 'but, well, you know, I am a strict vegetarian!''As you wish,' replied the owl, with indifference, 'as you wish. Always at your disposal phenomenally. These gestures are perfectly mutual in relativity.'
