Imagine my suprize having already seen Charlie and Mike, amazed that my Granny's stories were turning out to be true after all.  I was looking across at hay bluff from the top of the mountain when a dear little rabbit in little trousers and a soft sweater hopped across the path right in front of me.  She seemed to be in a terrible hurry.  I decided to call this one Holly   Click on the Rabbit of your choice to find out more...