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"
You
don
’
t
seem
so
very
unhappy
now
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
I
am
,
"
protested
the
King
,
fresh
tears
gathering
in
his
eyes
.
"
Even
my
jokes
are
miserable
.
I
’
m
wretched
,
woeful
,
afflicted
,
distressed
and
dismal
as
an
individual
can
be
.
Are
you
not
sorry
for
me
?
"
"
No
,
"
answered
Dorothy
,
honestly
,
"
I
can
’
t
say
I
am
.
Seems
to
me
that
for
a
rabbit
you
’
re
right
in
clover
.
This
is
the
prettiest
little
city
I
ever
saw
.
"
"
Oh
,
the
city
is
good
enough
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
Glinda
,
the
Good
Sorceress
,
made
it
for
us
because
she
was
fond
of
rabbits
.
I
don
’
t
mind
the
City
so
much
,
although
I
wouldn
’
t
live
here
if
I
had
my
choice
.
It
is
being
King
that
has
absolutely
ruined
my
happiness
.
"
"
Why
wouldn
’
t
you
live
here
by
choice
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Because
it
is
all
unnatural
,
my
dear
.
Rabbits
are
out
of
place
in
such
luxury
.
When
I
was
young
I
lived
in
a
burrow
in
the
forest
.
I
was
surrounded
by
enemies
and
often
had
to
run
for
my
life
.
It
was
hard
getting
enough
to
eat
,
at
times
,
and
when
I
found
a
bunch
of
clover
I
had
to
listen
and
look
for
danger
while
I
ate
it
.
Wolves
prowled
around
the
hole
in
which
I
lived
and
sometimes
I
didn
’
t
dare
stir
out
for
days
at
a
time
.
Oh
,
how
happy
and
contented
I
was
then
!
I
was
a
real
rabbit
,
as
nature
made
me
-
-
wild
and
free
!
-
-
and
I
even
enjoyed
listening
to
the
startled
throbbing
of
my
own
heart
!
"
"
I
’
ve
often
thought
,
"
said
Dorothy
,
who
was
busily
eating
,
"
that
it
would
be
fun
to
be
a
rabbit
.
"
"
It
IS
fun
-
-
when
you
’
re
the
genuine
article
,
"
agreed
his
Majesty
.
"
But
look
at
me
now
!
I
live
in
a
marble
palace
instead
of
a
hole
in
the
ground
.
I
have
all
I
want
to
eat
,
without
the
joy
of
hunting
for
it
.
Every
day
I
must
dress
in
fine
clothes
and
wear
that
horrible
crown
till
it
makes
my
head
ache
.
Rabbits
come
to
me
with
all
sorts
of
troubles
,
when
my
own
troubles
are
the
only
ones
I
care
about
.
When
I
walk
out
I
can
’
t
hop
and
run
;
I
must
strut
on
my
rear
legs
and
wear
an
ermine
robe
!
And
the
soldiers
salute
me
and
the
band
plays
and
the
other
rabbits
laugh
and
clap
their
paws
and
cry
out
:
’
Hail
to
the
King
!
’
Now
let
me
ask
you
,
as
a
friend
and
a
young
lady
of
good
judgment
:
isn
’
t
all
this
pomp
and
foolishness
enough
to
make
a
decent
rabbit
miserable
?
"
"
Once
,
"
said
Dorothy
,
reflectively
,
"
men
were
wild
and
unclothed
and
lived
in
caves
and
hunted
for
food
as
wild
beasts
do
.
But
they
got
civ
’
lized
,
in
time
,
and
now
they
’
d
hate
to
go
back
to
the
old
days
.
"
