Watership Down
a fragment
Fiver gazed back at him with eyes that, like a fly’s,
seemed larger than his head. ‘You think that,’ he said.
‘You believe that. But each of you, in his own way, is
thick in that mist. Where is the —'
—Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed
to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was
the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.