Hamish Takes a chance

Hamish the hare liked to dream and think, and today he was dreaming and thinking about carrots. He thought about carrots a lot, mostly because they tasted so good, and because where Hamish lived, the carrots were very small. “If only they were bigger.” he would think to himself. And he would then dream of a place that a legend spoke about where carrots were as tall the blades of grass in the meadow. The hares of the western meadow had a lot of legends. One day, it occurred to Hamish, what if there really is such a place? Wouldn’t it be worth finding? But where would I begin? The hares had another legend about a place where you could discover secrets, perhaps that would be the place to begin.

Hamish’s train of thought was interrupted by a loud splash. A goose on its way from the South had landed in the water. Perhaps this goose can help me, thought Hamish.

“Excuse me” said Hamish.

“Yes,” the goose replied, wondering who had interrupted her preening “you’re a rabbit or something aren’t you, I’ve seen your kind from the air, hopping and scurrying about. Why aren’t you hopping and scurrying?” she demanded.

“Well yes, I am a Hare, my name is Hamish. What’s your name?”

“Lucinda.” replied the goose.

Hamish continued, “Yes, “we do scurry and hop, but not all the time.”

“I see,” said the Goose, “so what are you doing when you aren’t scurrying or hopping? Eating, I suppose.”

“Well, yes we do eat, but I also like to think.”

“And what have you been thinking about?” Lucinda enquired.