A Poem: About Billy

Once upon a time, there was a rabbit; his name was Billy.

He loved to play in the snow because he was silly.

One day he met his best friend.

Little did he know this would be his end.

Yes, Billy met his demise when he came across the most evil of all,

A murderous, chainsaw-wielding buffalo from -- screw rhyming.

Anyway, Billy hid inside a warren, a rabbit hole, where he waited for the snow to subside.

Billy figured that by the time the snow had left his side...

That his friend, the buffalo, would have disappeared and life would be pleasant again.

Hello.

Someone once explained to me the communication model... maybe more than one somebody. I see it more like this.