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The Pesky Bunnies of BeWILDerwood, by Tom Blofeld

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Swampy opened one eye very carefully. Then he yawned and stretched his arms as wide as they would go. All of his blankets fell off the bed as he stretched, and when he tried to pull them back up, he fell out of bed with a clump. “Time to get up, I suppose,” he decided. So he did. It was very early morning in Bewilderwood. Spring was just nudging winter away with its little green shoots and fluffy white blossoms. There was a soft mist hanging over the marshes where Swampy lived, and the white shrouded sun was low in the sky. Feeling a little chilly, Swampy felt that breakfast would be exactly the thing to warm him up. But when he looked in the cupboard there was nothing there, not even a dried sliverfish. He would have to go and catch his own breakfast today. He unhooked his fishing pole from its place above his door and, after putting on an extra thick waistcoat, he shuffled out of his house and made his way to the main platform in the Boggle village. This was the place where the Boggles had most of their feasts and Swampy could almost smell the aroma of sweetsludge pie and mudwort jelly. But there was no feast today and the tables were empty. He made his way down towards his boat and for just a second a tiny robin danced around his head and then vanished back into the mist. Swampy thought it might be Rosie, the Witch’s special pet bird, but he didn’t see the Witch anywhere. He clumped off into the marshes, clambered into his boat and poled sleepily towards the pongy ponds. They were the best fishing grounds. But in the thick fog he must have lost his way a little because he bumped into a large sedge tussock by mistake. As was he untangling the prow of his little boat, his eye was caught by something very tall and thin swaying in the distant mist-shrouded woods. He peered at the snake-like animal, if that’s what it was, but he couldn’t make it out properly. It didn’t look like anything he had ever seen in Bewilderwood before, and it did seem to be an animal because he could dimly hear it making hundreds of little squeaky noises. He tied his boat up quietly and tip-toed nervously through the marshes and into the wood to get a closer look. What he saw astonished him. The snake wasn’t a snake at all. Instead, it was lots and lots of bunnies…