Oswald paused outside the Walled Garden. The gate was open. That in it self was unusual. The Walled Garden was a safe haven for rabbits. Those who would do them harm could not enter. For the first time in rabbits memory changes had taken place in the Walled Garden.
Lawns had been replaced with flowers. Great drifts of flowers hummed with the music of bees. The most fragrant, pollen-laden flowers had been planted.
Rabbits everywhere in the world above had joined in this cause to bring back the bees. They knew without bees the world could not exist.
Vacant city lots, boulevards, country ditches, abandoned farms , the rabbits planted flowers. Those who lived in The World Above planted along highways and byways . Proudly posting signs like “this stretch of highway planted by Mabel and Tom Smithers”.
Oswald, gentleman rabbit , quietly watched as the world took up the rabbits cause. The meeting with the gardeners of Girveny was a success. Perhaps, he thought, we rabbits have indeed pulled bees out of a hat.