can you see lulu peering through the picket fence? double click on the picture and you might see her. here we are in the abandoned garden of bruno bettleheim's orthogenic school. i daydream of seeing his ghost pacing the yard distractedly, making the rabbits more nervous than the coyote. lulu was a good girl, she played and stayed and when she started to roll her shoulder in coyote scat i said lulu and she stopped like that.