<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: The March Hare<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Dormouse, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Begging yes.  More tears.  The bottle danced in his fingers and scooped up the fresh tears.<br/><br/>But then the eyes faded and the hare froze, watching the color fade and flicker.  "Yes..." he whispered ever so softly, "Yes..."  His breath caught as he watched and waited and then rolled back on his heels to plop down on his rump with the manner of long shuddering sigh that generally only came from a man who'd left something behind rather than taken it.  <br/><br/>The little gold-brown bottle vanished and he stretch and leaned back, laying in the street with a grin.<br/><br/>"Oh yes kitty, you have caught yourself a good little mouse."<br/><br/>But his eyes looked upward, watching what he alone seemed to see, peering at the sullen sky as if perhaps, maybe, just this once, he might catch sight of the dream that had gone out of her eyes.<br/><br/>Then the moment was over and he pushed kicking the ground and rolled backward to spring to a standing position.  He did such things from time to time, a hare was a spry creature after all.  And as always, there was the soft tink of bottles but never broken glass and not a one of his candies escaped.<br/><br/>They never escaped.  Nothing for free after all.<br/><br/>He plucked a pill of jade pale green from that coat and rolled it between his fingers, turning it from one to two with slight of hand and then holding them out to the pair.<br/><br/>"Good girls get candy and you have both just been so very good."<br/></span><br/>