The author of this apparent children's story is unknown. Like many such stories, it starts out sadly but ends well. — The Schoolmarm
Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit. He lived at the bottom of a deep, dark pit and lived on discarded anchovy tails.
. . . The anchovy tails came, as it happened, from a company that made Worcester sauce, though from the rabbit's point of view, they simply came from the Great Beyond. They arrived via a crack in the pit wall, accompanied by a trickle of gray water, and landed on his head.
To pass the time, the bunny made up stories about a band of fairy pelicans who made secret arrangements to smuggle the anchovy tails to him. . . . (For the full text, click here.)
