At the bus stop Rosie met a hare. It was hopping a little awkwardly, as if something were wrong with it. As if it didn't know how to hop or something. Rosie was sorry for it, but had to laugh at its strange gait. It looked funny. „You're a strange hare", she said.
"I'm not a hare, I'm a cat," the hare countered nervously, "I'm just disguised as a hare."
"For heaven's sake, what for?" asked Rosie, astonished.
"I make a better living as a hare," said the cat. It came a little closer, and stopped bothering to hop.
"There was no decent nosh," said the cat. "but there's plenty of grass everywhere. Times have changed - unfortunately."
For a stray cat, it looked pretty well fed.
"So when winter comes and there's no grass you'll be a cat again?" asked Rosie.
"I don't know yet," replied the cat. "I'm getting used to being a hare. It's not so bad."
"How do you get along with the other hares?" Rosie wants to know.
"Phew! They're morons! It's not a sight I'd wish on anyone. Sometimes I feel so isolated."
"Don't worry about it," says Rosie. "We're all alone. It's not just you."
"Yeah, but that's easy enough to say." said the cat and rubbed its nose with its paw.
"Watch out for a cab driver over there in the fields," Rosie cautioned the cat. "He's got a gun."
"It doesn't bother me. I already have it sorted," said the cat. "Well, I'd better be on my way. Take care. What time is it, anyway?"
"Half past six."
"Your bus will be here in ten minutes."
Thank you. Have a really good time."
"Okay. You too. Ciao."
And with that the cat headed for the woods.
After a few minutes the bus came and took Rosie back to City.