The professor was busy with a dinner meeting so the boys and I ate a light supper and enjoyed a long bike ride. At the back of the neighborhood, near a quiet cove, we happened upon a little brown rabbit who was enjoying the mild evening. Much to our delight he was accepting of our audience as he hopped across a grassy lawn taking time to nibble this and that. He came to a latched gate, which he inspected carefully for quite some time. As we watched, Tukes, who was still strapped in his little seat on the back of my bike, wondered aloud, "Is dere no woom for a fat, wittle wabbit to squeeze under da gate?"
No room, indeed...
"After a time he began to wander about, going lippity-lippity -- not very fast, and looking all around. He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath." from The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter
Thank you, Ms. Potter, for creating an imaginary world so delightful that it is capable of becoming real on a midsummer's evening.
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