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Hoje ia eu apressadamente, como de costume, a caminho de Lisboa, quando me ocorreu uma ideia:
Seremos todos uma cambada, não de porcos, não de ovelhas, mas de coelhos?
Pensando bem, acho que não... Só há um coelho que nunca está no local certo à hora marcada...
Mas fiquei com vontade de reler a Alice no Pais das Maravilhas.

"(...) suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so remarkable in that; nor did Alice think so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"(...) but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it..."