By first light the rabbits came down the carrot furrow in a quiet line. Each pair of ears wore a tiny timetable, one side listening, the other politely waiting its turn.
We asked a neighbor by the kiosk. "Wind gets one whisper," she said. "The watering can applied for a slot and was told to come back after tea, which it did, very nicely."
The day after, a late rabbit arrived with an extra twitch and asked if the greens kept a waiting list. They did. The gardener added one more line in a notebook of carrot tops, and the whisper was saved for him, just once.