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"Are the dogs greyhounds?" said Tommy Smith. "No," answered the hare; "the dogs I am talking about now are not greyhounds, but beagles. They hunt me by scent, but the greyhound hunts me by sight, for he runs so fast that he can always see me." ARE THE DOGS GREYHOUNDS ASKED TOMMY SMITH NO ANSWERED THE HARE THE DOGS I AM TALKING ABOUT NOW ARE NOT GREYHOUNDS BUT BEAGLES THEY HUNT ME BY SCENT BUT THE GREYHOUND HUNTS ME BY SIGHT FOR HE RUNS SO FAST THAT HE CAN ALWAYS SEE ME
irits. Does it not seem funny that one creature’s wretchedness should make so many creatures happy? And there are women—ladies, some of them quite young, and _so_ pretty—like angels. I have seen them smile as if they could not hurt any living thing. You would have thought that they had come to stroke me, instead of to hunt me to death. But I know better. They are not to be trusted. They have soft cheeks, and soft eyes, and soft looks, but their hearts are hard. “At last, up comes the huntsman, in his green coat and black velvet cap. He cracks his whip, and the dogs leap and bark around him—_such_ a noise! I hear it all as I lie crouched in my form, and my heart beats with terror. But I cannot lie there long, for now they are coming towards me. I start up, and run for my life. Away I go, one poor, timid animal, who never hurt anyone, and after me come men and women, boys and girls, horses and dogs, all happy, and all thinking it the finest thing in the world to hunt and to kill—a hare.” RTED EVEN THE HORSES NAY THEY ARE IN SUCH SPIRITS DOES IT NOT SEEM FUNNY THAT ONE CREATURE'S WRETCHEDNESS SHOULD MAKE SO MANY CREATURES HAPPY AND THERE ARE WOMEN LADIES SOME OF THEM QUITE YOUNG AND SO PRETTY LIKE ANGELS I HAVE SEEN THEM SMILE AS THEY COULD NOT HURT ANY LIVING THING YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT THEY HAD COME TO STROKE ME INSTEAD OF TO HUNT ME TO DEATH BUT I KNOW BETTER THEY ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED THEY HAVE SOFT CHEEKS AND SOFT EYES AND SOFT LOOKS BUT THEIR HEARTS ARE HARD AT LAST UP COMES THE HUNTSMAN IN HIS GREEN COAT AND BLACK VELVET CAP HE CRACKS HIS WHIP AND THE DOGS LEAP AND BARK AROUND HIM SUCH A NOISE I HEAR IT ALL AS I LIE CROUCHED IN MY FORM AND MY HEART BEATS WITH TERROR BUT I CANNOT LIE THERE LONG FOR NOW THEY ARE COMING TOWARDS ME I START UP AND RUN FOR MY LIFE AWAY I GO ONE POOR TIMID ANIMAL WHO NEVER HEARD ANY ONE AND AFTER ME COME MEN AND WOMEN BOYS AND GIRLS HORSES AND DOGS ALL HAPPY AND ALL THINKING IT THE FINEST THING IN THE WORLD TO HUNT AND KILL A HARE
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