Black Rabbit: Hazel? You know me, don't you?
Hazel: I don't.
[the visitor reveals himself as The Black Rabbit]
Hazel: Oh, yes, my Lord... I know you.
Black Rabbit: I've come to ask if you would like to join my Owsla. We shall be glad to have you, and I know you'd like it. You've been feeling tired, haven't you? If you're ready, we might go along now.
[Hazel pauses to look back at his rabbits]
Hazel: I feel like I can't leave them. So many are gone now. Bigwig. Fiver. Strawberry. Even that nice old man who wrote about us. Fiver left him a manuscript scraped out on a lettuce leaf and he was able to interpret it and share it with everyone. He even wrote a book. We became famous. For five minutes. Until people forgot us and started watching cooking shows. But he spoke in our voice. So people would know how it is to be a rabbit.
Black Rabbit: Yes even the nice old man has passed. You have done so well since you have moved to the new warren. It is so much safer and cleaner. You left all the bad ju ju behind you.
Hazel:Wait a minute. They were Jews? I know you are the Black Rabbit and all of you people hate the Jews but I don't think they were Jewish. Anyway I don't care about those people anymore. i only worry about my friends. The other rabbits I led here. Will they be safe without me?
Black Rabbit: You needn't worry about them. They'll be alright, and thousands like them. If you'll come along, I'll show you what I mean.
[Hazel lies down and dies]