I have spent my days munching on cabbage or whatever else our neighboring farmer decides to grow during the seasons. I travel the fields and rest in my burrow. It has several rooms, and I enjoy the company of my brothers and sisters. I have many brothers and sisters. We keep each other warm at night. Thick coats run in the family.
My favorite brother would have to be Horus. Horus was one to be scolded and chased by our neighboring farmer quite a bit. Horus didn't care; he wasn't afraid of much. It was one summer day when he got into real trouble. I had watched from my hiding place in the brushwood. Horus raced by and out of sight, chased by beasts. A tall man followed suit laboring from the jog and the shotgun he held. Soon came loud, frightening bangs. Silence. Then, excited barking from the dogs. The tall man walked by carrying my brother's limp body.
I have not seen his furry face since. The years passed by slowly without Horus. I grew up and had many baby bunnies. My babies grew up quickly and left the burrow. Apparently, they wanted a burrow that was more stylish and modern or something. I haven't seen them since.
I travel slower. Hopping from cabbage to carrot patch takes a forceful effort. Yesterday, time painted the sky dark, and I didn't make it back to the burrow. Today, I lay down. I don't care to make it to the burrow; this spot is nice. I'm very tired, and I miss Horus. Now I'll sleep and not wake up.
September 15th, 2003
