~detail: Mad Rabbit
Searching my memory for a fresh nursery rhyme to recite to my youngest son, I began: “little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice”. He looked at me with an odd expression and then giggled.
I continued: “but little boys are made of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails”. The giggling eyes suddenly lost their expression. Then…tears.
Why would they hurt the puppies?