Projections A story by Emmanuel Goldstein “ Mopsy?” Sara called sweetly over the garden wall. “Your sister's bunnies have gotten into the main garden again. They are in the cabbage rows. Could you bring them back to their own garden?? “ Of course, dear,” I called back to her, and began the task of herding the bunnies back through the hole they had dug under the fence. There was no reason for them to dig to the field next to us. Nelson and Volodimir had planted us a garden of our own, more than adequate for our needs. But young rabbits do like to explore. It took a great deal of searching for me to find this place. It is a beautiful little displaced English farm, next to a displaced English village. There is a farm house, and two lovely cottages on either side of the fields. Oh! And a lovely garden with stone walls and brick arches between its sections. When I first visited, I had a nice chat with the lady of the house. While she seemed not to be surpr...