"My bag is back there somewhere under a bush.

I think I could find the bush--it was where a rabbit was sitting--but he's probably gone by this time.

A rabbit," she told him impressively, "wouldn't sit out in the rain all night, would he?
He'd get wet.

And a rabbit would feel horrid when he was wet--such thick fur he never _would_ get dried out.

Where do they go when it rains?
They have holes in the ground, don't they ?" "Yes.