The woodland path wound through birch trees looking pale and dead in the morning frost.
An old man bent with the ravages of age hobbled along with his gnarled wooden staff.
He had walked this way every day of his youth but now seemed uncertain and lost.

A hare watched curiously from a short ways away and spoke to the man at last.
“I know you sir, I’ve see you come this way many times in the past
Why are you now confused? Follow the path to the lake and look right
There you will see a welcome sight”

“I’m obliged” said the man to the hare and travelled along his way.
When he finally reached the lake it was very late in the day.
But there indeed was a welcome sight; his tiny cottage in the fading light.

The next day along the forest path the man saw that very same hare
He was caught and distraught  in a trapper’s snare.
As the hare struggled to set himself free the man knelt down on his twisted knee.
One good turn deserves another, I think I shall bring this hare home for supper.