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Jack
came
out
onto
the
porch
,
tugging
the
tab
of
his
zipper
up
under
his
chin
,
blinking
into
the
bright
air
.
In
his
left
hand
he
was
holding
a
battery
-
powered
hedge
-
clipper
.
He
tugged
a
fresh
handkerchief
out
of
his
back
pocket
with
his
right
hand
,
wiped
his
lips
with
it
,
and
tucked
it
away
.
Snow
,
they
had
said
on
the
radio
.
It
was
hard
to
believe
,
even
though
he
could
see
the
clouds
building
up
on
the
far
horizon
.
He
started
down
the
path
to
the
topiary
,
switching
the
hedge
-
clipper
over
to
the
other
hand
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
a
long
job
,
he
thought
;
a
little
touch
-
up
would
do
it
.
The
cold
nights
had
surely
stunted
their
growth
.
The
rabbit
’
s
ears
looked
a
little
fuzzy
,
and
two
of
the
dog
’
s
legs
had
grown
fuzzy
green
bonespurs
,
but
the
lions
and
the
buffalo
looked
fine
.
Just
a
little
haircut
would
do
the
trick
,
and
then
let
the
snow
come
.
The
concrete
path
ended
as
abruptly
as
a
diving
board
.
He
stepped
off
it
and
walked
past
the
drained
pool
to
the
gravel
path
which
wound
through
the
hedge
sculptures
and
into
the
playground
itself
.
He
walked
over
to
the
rabbit
and
pushed
the
button
on
the
handle
of
the
clippers
.
It
hummed
into
quiet
life
.
"
Hi
,
Br
’
er
Rabbit
,
"
Jack
said
.
"
How
are
you
today
?
A
little
off
the
top
and
get
some
of
the
extra
off
your
ears
?
Fine
.
Say
,
did
you
hear
the
one
about
the
traveling
salesman
and
the
old
lady
with
a
pet
poodle
?
"
His
voice
sounded
unnatural
and
stupid
in
his
ears
,
and
he
stopped
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
he
didn
’
t
care
much
for
these
hedge
animals
.
It
had
always
seemed
slightly
perverted
to
him
to
clip
and
torture
a
plain
old
hedge
into
something
that
it
wasn
’
t
.
Along
one
of
the
highways
in
Vermont
there
had
been
a
hedge
billboard
on
a
high
slope
overlooking
the
road
,
advertising
some
kind
of
ice
cream
.
Making
nature
peddle
ice
cream
,
that
was
just
wrong
.
It
was
grotesque
.
(
You
weren
’
t
hired
to
philosophize
,
Torrance
.
)
Ah
,
that
was
true
.
So
true
.
He
clipped
along
the
rabbit
’
s
ears
,
brushing
a
small
litter
of
sticks
and
twigs
off
onto
the
grass
.
The
hedge
-
clipper
hummed
in
that
low
and
rather
disgustingly
metallic
way
that
all
battery
-
powered
appliances
seem
to
have
.
The
sun
was
brilliant
but
it
held
no
warmth
,
and
now
it
wasn
’
t
so
hard
to
believe
that
snow
was
coming
.
Working
quickly
,
knowing
that
to
stop
and
think
when
you
were
at
this
kind
of
a
task
usually
meant
making
a
mistake
,
Jack
touched
up
the
rabbit
’
s
"
face
"
(
up
this
close
it
didn
’
t
look
like
a
face
at
all
,
but
he
knew
that
at
a
distance
of
twenty
paces
or
so
light
and
shadow
would
seem
to
suggest
one
;
that
,
and
the
viewer
’
s
imagination
)
and
then
zipped
the
clippers
along
its
belly
.
That
done
,
he
shut
the
clippers
off
,
walked
down
toward
the
playground
,
and
then
turned
back
abruptly
to
get
it
all
at
once
,
the
entire
rabbit
.
Yes
,
it
looked
all
right
.
Well
,
he
would
do
the
dog
next
.
