Bernie was sulkily pulling handfuls of tall grass from behind the main observatory building when Colin found her. She didn’t look up and he stood with his hands in his trouser pockets against the chilly breeze.
‘I didn’t mean to upset you, Bernie,’ he said quietly. ‘I do understand. You know I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Herman. But, if you go and speak up for the rabbits and tell all those awful stories of people setting light to their rabbits and goodness only knows what, you’ll traumatise all the rabbits in the audience, and on camera, and provide all the more evidence for the ombudsmen to record and for the rabbit’s to hold against us.’
‘Maybe,’ said Bernie, then turned to him, impassioned once more, ‘but it’s all true! People haven’t cared, and even now, when their lives
