Kids Can Fly: The Innocent Rabbit

after all!"

The next morning, Belowski bellowed at his wife and children and kicked his door open. He slung his huge, triple-barreled shotgun over his shoulder and strode down the road and into the countryside. All day long he fired his gun. Blam! Blam! Blam!

But when he returned, late in the evening, all his bullets were gone, and his bag was empty. So he too had killed not a single rabbit.

The townsfolk rubbed their hands together in glee.

"There is a very good chance," they said, "That we might get to eat rabbit pie some day very soon!"

But things in life are like odd socks in a draw, or a belt with a hole fallen out, so it wasn't long before Ivan went round to see Belowski. He hammered on Belowski's door and threw rocks on Belowski's roof and yelled at him to come out.

Belowski kicked his door open (which was the only way he knew for opening doors) and stood on the top step, with his big, hairy-knuckled hands on his hips, and a mean-looking sparkle in his eyes.

"What do you want, you drop of fly spittle?" he shouted

"How many rabbits did you kill?" Ivan demanded.

"Who wants to know?"

"Me!"

"Two hundred dozen!" yelled Belowski, "But I left a few for you!"

"I caught three hundred dozen," yelled Ivan, "And I left some for you!"

"I'll shoot them tomorrow!" yelled Belowski.

"You couldn't hit your foot if it was tied to the end of your gun!" yelled Ivan.

"You couldn't hit rocks if you were stuck in a cave!" yelled Belowski.

They threw a few rocks at each other, then Ivan stormed home, and Belowski went back inside his decrepit old house to bellow at his wife and children until bedtime.

The next day, bright and early, a most peculiar thing came out of Ivan's front door. It was as big as a man, and it was as fast as a man, but it had two huge ears and a fluffy tail. It hopped down the street and over