It's the complete opposite end of the spectrum from what she was aiming for. Later? She might have a good cry about this, she thinks.
But right now, the rabbits aren't give her much choice but to keep swinging. She catches up her skirts and her blouse, slipping into her boots the first chance she gets. Breakfast, in the form of the contents of the picnic basket, is strewn about their little corner of the meadow.
Damocles has taken the fight to them, and they are beginning to scarper. She takes advantage of the lull to slip into her clothes.
She doesn't want to take the hiding she knows is coming while in her birthday suit.
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It's the complete opposite end of the spectrum from what she was aiming for. Later? She might have a good cry about this, she thinks.
But right now, the rabbits aren't give her much choice but to keep swinging. She catches up her skirts and her blouse, slipping into her boots the first chance she gets. Breakfast, in the form of the contents of the picnic basket, is strewn about their little corner of the meadow.
Damocles has taken the fight to them, and they are beginning to scarper. She takes advantage of the lull to slip into her clothes.
She doesn't want to take the hiding she knows is coming while in her birthday suit.