One Hundred Years of Solitude

opened the door and saw the
courtyard paved with rabbits,
blue in the glow of dawn.
Petra Cotes, dying with
laughter, could not resist the
temptation of teasing him.

            Those   are the ones    who

were born last night, she aid.

            Oh  my  God!    he  said.   Why

dont you raffle off cows?

A few days later, in an
attempt to clean out her