Hare Wooing Rabbit

‘It is there! Very much there! Go and catch the mare before she comes to glare’. [ a hare was told] ‘How can you dare come and at me stare? You can’t get me bare’. [a rabbit retirted] ‘No hunter can hear the consent of a hare before he goes to snare’. ‘No hunter is held dear, I am a hare neither. I shall drive you thither’. ‘If I were not a hunter, will come some hunter, who will, you the whole, plunder’. ‘I shall put across a barrier, will soon seek some warrior in whose arm to slither.’ ‘Then why not am I that lad? I shall make you glad and serve you salad.’ No, you are a nerd; your motive is absurd. I can’t be assured.’ The she-rabbit fled the he-hare. 25.12.2000, Pm