On the very first, blustery day of March there was a scratch at the door, but only the faintest scratch, for that is how an exceedingly fine rabbit announces herself.
"This is Ruby," said Izzy, coming into the conservatory with a tiny speckled bunny who resembled the skies above.
But the rabbit was not content with such a plain introduction. She cleared her throat, a noise which sounded like two cotton balls rubbing together on the E above middle C.
"I'm an English Spotted Rabbit," said she, and indeed she had the accent to prove it, "I hail from one of the great houses of London town."
She said town to put us all on notice: this was no provincial rabbit, make no mistake about it!
At any rate, it was never quite clear who extended the invitation, but it seems dear Ruby has consented to join our company.
We can only hope our timothy hay is up to snuff.