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the
white
rabbit
.
Yes
.
Now
there
was
a
white
rabbit
out
by
the
playground
,
once
it
had
been
green
but
now
it
was
white
,
as
if
something
had
shocked
it
repeatedly
on
the
snowy
,
windy
nights
and
turned
it
old
…
Danny
took
the
passkey
from
his
pocket
and
slid
it
into
the
lock
.
"
Lou
,
Lou
…
"
(
the
white
rabbit
had
been
on
its
way
to
a
croquet
party
to
the
Red
Queen
’
s
croquet
party
storks
for
mallets
hedgehogs
for
halls
)
He
touched
the
key
,
let
his
fingers
wander
over
it
.
His
head
felt
dry
and
sick
.
He
turned
the
key
and
the
tumblers
thumped
back
smoothly
.
(
OFF
WITH
HIS
HEAD
!
OFF
WITH
HIS
HEAD
!
OFF
WITH
HIS
HEAD
!
)
(
this
game
isn
’
t
croquet
though
the
mallets
are
too
short
this
game
is
)
(
WHACK
-
BOOM
!
Straight
through
the
wicket
.
)
(
OFF
WITH
HIS
HEEEEEAAAAAAAD
-
)
Danny
pushed
the
door
open
.
It
swung
smoothly
,
without
a
creak
.
He
was
standing
just
outside
a
large
combination
bedsitting
room
,
and
although
the
snow
had
not
reached
up
this
far
-
the
highest
drifts
were
still
a
foot
below
the
second
-
floor
windows
-
the
room
was
dark
because
Daddy
had
closed
all
the
shutters
on
the
western
exposure
two
weeks
ago
.
