Talk:March Hare/@comment-38.108.126.194-20150317151000/@comment-26115871-20150504155657

I quickly write a reply and hand it to the march hare, who - for some odd reason - decides to read it out loud right in front of me.

"Dear pen pal,

I'm sick of this game

I'm sick of this stuff

Have you no shame?

Well I call your bluff

Tomorrow at three,

under the tree,

You versus me,

At last I'll be free.

But as for today

I don't happen to care,

So as for now,

I'll help out the. . . the. . ."

The hare immediately blushes as she looks at me.