There's a children's poem in Latvian that goes about like this:
A little bunny
A little kitty
Met on the road and wondered:
"Where're you hopping, bunny?"
"To cabbage patch, kitty."
...
I was reminder of this poem this morning. Except those two did not meet on the road. The real-life kitty’s name is Butch, he is hundred years old and belongs to our neighbors. A rabbit was inside my newly net-fenced vegetable patch. Butch was ready to pounce on the rabbit and it made the rabbit very nervous and it ran frantically around, as it could not get out at first. Finally, he escaped.
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