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A hare-brained tale of lust ...
May 4, 2009 - Lee Smith
2:44 a.m., Saturday, May 2. First block of Downtown Plaza in Fairmont.
The newspaper went to bed two and a half hours ago and the sports guys, having spent a laborious day at the Sentinel Relays, have been fed by the cheery staff at Perkins. Jason Wilcox returns Charlie Sorrells and myself to Downtown Plaza where we find our cars and go our separate ways.
Driving north, I spot two familiar but incongruous shapes at curbside in front of City Hall. In the soft orange glow of late-night (or early-morning) street lighting, a pair of bunnies stand frozen. But not for long. Just as I recognize them and take a right onto First Street, one bunny hops, quickly followed — followed closely, mind you — by the other. My car travels on and the site is lost. Anyway, I believe in discretion. I don't look back. Still, I'm no dumb bunny. I know what's going on.
Spring is in the air, and not just in back yards and the woods. Downtown is as fertile as anywhere, it seems. Nature goes about its ... ahem ... business, and rabbits have their habits. Trees bud, birds chirp again. Warm weather lies ahead. I'm sure summer will be gone too soon, but on the cusp is perhaps the nicest time of all.
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