“It’s be a wickedly, wild day,” declared, Horton, who was hanging with the Who of Whoville, when two sweet rabbits appeared – Nibbles and Nibblet. Cautious, at first, they gave a sideways, whisker-twitching glance. I took twenty-two, tired tiny steps between raindrops and let my thoughts, dribble inside the velvety purple florets of an allium. I couldn’t go too far away from the twist of ordinary because order was necessary; the day kept adding one-more-to-do. Still, I relished the brush of extraordinary against closed eyelids and felt the swish-swish of their quick wit as we exchanged emails (Thumper@burrowsedge.com).