The President of the good old US of A was not best pleased.
‘Why the heck are more of ‘em landing? Are they gonna interview every single rabbit in the gosh-darned world?’
‘No, Mr President, we suspect not,’ answered the army chief. ‘There are more than 700 million domestic rabbits worldwide, and incalculable wild numbers. No. We suspect this is the Invasion Proper.’
The air chief added, ‘It’s looking like two more spaceships, along a similar latitude, and spread almost equidistantly. Eastern North America is looking likely for one of them, and they’re coming in quick, sir.’
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In a large London town-house with the most exclusive of postcodes, a be-ringed, and blonde bewigged woman in a luxuriously thick, white bathrobe, lay on the top of her bed. She petted a sleek black c
