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Basil Marchbanks was a practical rabbit.

At least, as practical as any rabbit ever had reason to be. He lived by his wits, as all wild creatures do, and gave very little thought to his surroundings or what tomorrow might bring.

He knew his name, he knew his whereabouts and all the hiding places to be found nearby, he knew where the best lettuce in the garden was to be found, and that was plenty. Everything else was merely collateral to his existence. He didn't need it, so he didn't take much notice of it.

Basil was vaguely aware of the two legged thing that tended to the garden from which he ate his fill, and also aware of the other, differently shaped two legged thing that hung clothes on a line, but he didn't pay much attention to them.

They rarely ventured outside so they didn't bother him and he returned the favor.

The little two legged thing, however...she was another matter entirely. She was almost always outside, going against the established behavior of the other two legged things.

In fact, she was the only two legged thing he'd ever come across that spent almost as much time outdoors as he did.

He never bothered to learn her name (though he'd heard her called by it on several occasions, he never took notice of it; just as she never took notice of his name) but despite that, he found her to be an interesting creature to watch.

Living in such a safe place as this expanse of well manicured lawn with many well kept bushes to hide in, Basil had many opportunities to observe the little wild two legged creature from a safe distance.

Occasionally, he'd think she was watching him with just as careful scrutiny, but then he would dismiss it. After all...the two legged things never understood rabbits...or any other animals, for that matter.