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The house mules—FarmWife calls them rabbits—are not unlike paddock mules, except that they are small, malformed, and lacking hooves.
What is it about rabbit mouths, though? The humans seem to love them. They're strange and tiny, cavelike and inflexible, and full of weird little eccentricities—a split lip, a firm tongue, and ever-growing teeth.
My mouth is more useful. It can hold a bit, masticate an entire apple or carrot, and herd goats hither and thither.
I yawn cutely too, you know. I think my yawn, in fact, is MUCH more benign in appearance than these gaping grimaces.
My mouth is definitely better. There is no contest.
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