The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit

A rabbit sits on the grass, looking angry and purposeful. Its ears are standing up, and it has wrinkled its nose.
A rabbit runs from right to left. Its little white tail is sticking up, along with its whiskers.

This is a fierce bad Rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.

This is a nice gentle Rabbit. His mother has given him a carrot.

A good rabbit sits up on a small wooden bench, in a field in front of some trees. It’s munching on the side of a carrot. Behind it, the running bad rabbit approaches.
The bad rabbit stands on the bench next to the good rabbit and reaches out for the carrot. The good rabbit looks worried.

The bad Rabbit would like some carrot.

He doesn’t say “Please.” He takes it!

The bad rabbit pushes over the good rabbit, grabs the carrot, and quickly puts it in its mouth.
The bad rabbit runs after the good rabbit trying to attack it. In the background on the bench the carrot lies forgotten.

And he scratches the good Rabbit very badly.

The good Rabbit creeps away, and hides in a hole. It feels sad.

The good rabbit crouches inside a hole with its ears pulled back. In the distance the outline of the bad rabbit can be seen standing on the bench.

This is a man with a gun.

A man with a ginger beard is walking with a shotgun under his arm. He’s wearing knee-high boots, brown trousers, a green jacket, a green hat, and has a bag slung over his shoulder.
The man has seen the bad rabbit sitting on the bench in the distance. He readies his gun.

He sees something sitting on a bench. He thinks it is a very funny bird!

The bad rabbit sits calmly on the bench, nibbling on the carrot it’s holding in its paw. Behind, next to a tree, creeps the man with his gun.

He comes creeping up behind the trees.

And then he shoots⁠—Bang!

The man raises the gun to his shoulder and points it to the right of the picture.
A cloud of whirling lines, through which can be seen a carrot, a pair of rabbit ears, and a fluffy white tail.

This is what happens⁠—

But this is all he finds on the bench, when he rushes up with his gun.

The man runs up to the bench, on which is lying a white fluffy tail, a carrot, and a small pile of whiskers.

The good Rabbit peeps out of its hole,

The good rabbit looks worriedly at the man with the gun running up to the bench.
Bad rabbit sprints across the grass, missing its whiskers and tail.

And it sees the bad Rabbit tearing past⁠—without any tail or whiskers!