The Point Of View Of A Rabbit
I am a rabbit. I like to eat grass and I like to sit around and do nothing all day. What I don't like is the loud, American guy that had that dead mouse in his pocket. I mean what if that had been one of my children? If he likes animals I'd better keep my children in the den for a few days just to be safe. I mean I wouldn't want him to hurt any of them.
The rabbit hopped off to find it's children and took them all to it's den, hiding them there and dragging leaves and grass into the den for them to eat, hoping the man would be gone soon.
"Is there any rabbits here, George? You said I could tend the rabbits when we got a house, didn't you George!"
Oh no! He's back! I hope the other man, the sensible one that doesn't keep animals in his pocket, keeps him away from my babies!
She hopped into her den quickly and kept the babies down the hole, hoping he wasn't crazy enough to come down the hole just to get a rabbit.
Silence... Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? I guess there's only one way to find out.
She hops cautiously to the den entrance and peers around, wondering whether he had gone. She noticed two small dots in the distance that looked like people and guessed they had indeed gone. She breathed a sigh of relief and let her babies run around again.