The Rabbit and the Road

The wind blew cold against his white fur. The sun was high in the cloudy sky as he hopped along through the brush of the fence. He searched for food, all the while sniffing the air for that fearful scent of the hunter. 

Soon he came to a clearing, open and exposed. He needed to get to the next patch of covering bushes. With a few more hops he came to a grooved trail. It’s dark stone underneath marked a human path. He looked up and around. There was no sign of danger. With careful hops, the rabbit tread onto the dark stone and a soft rumbling grew louder with each step. 

He moved faster, fearful of what might be coming. Louder and louder the rumbling assaulted his ears. The ice on the stone only slowing his progress. 

A dark beast raced up the human path, straight for the scurrying rabbit. 

Faster he hopped, faster the beast came. The rumbling now roared as it came. The rabbit was so close to the other side of the human trail. So close to safety and yet still too far away from cover. 

Another hop and the beast came. 

There was a moment of pure quiet. Like the sound of falling snow in the darkness of night. The light of the sun bright but cold against his twitching nose. A heart beat later and the edge of the path was crossed. Now safe the rabbit hid in the tall dead grass just beyond.





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