There's a beautiful white-furred rabbit at the hotel's large central yard. It doesn't seem to mind the guests, does not run away from them. Instead, it simply goes on with its chewing and eating of the lawn, sneaking sporadic glances to whoever gets too close. The little animal is lovely, a cute creature with a fur so white it almost glows in the dead of night.
Wrote that snippet in Pisa on April Fool's Day, 2005. Flying there again tomorrow.
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