“I’m
back.” The feline’s words would be the first sign the rabbit
would have of her return. Her barefoot step was silent, and the door
to her house well oiled, and the cat habitually did everything with a
silent grace. It might almost seem she appeared out of thin air.
Somehow, even though was dark outside, inside the feline’s cave
there was still light., and he’d see her clearly smiling down at
him She’d walk over to the rabbit, squat down, scoop him and
stand, holding him close

Fuzzy bundle held tight in her arms,
the cat would walk and walk, seemingly never tiring. The sun moving
across the sky. The forest would become thicker and denser. And still
she walked, picking out a path in the wild. Without warning, the
trees would part. Suddenly, they were in the middle of a large sunlit
clearing. Nut trees and fruit trees lined the border of the cat’s
property, while a garden full of carrots and lettuce and so many good
things laid out before them. There was a house, a li

Much as the vixen wanted to, she
avoiding nuzzling the fuzzy bundle in her arms as they approached. It
probably wouldn’t be such a nice gesture from a lapine point of
view, and besides she really ought to not be teasing herself with the
taste (though even that divine smell was quite something...). She
settled on ear-scritchings, with the occasional little stroke of his
head-fur.
The little lapine would bury himself
against his ‘captor’, head lowered. He was feeling calmer now. .
. no longe

It was
mid-afternoon and the sun hung brightly above the forest: Much to the
delight of its residents, from the large to the small. One of the
later, would be a brown rabbit named Jack, slowly emerging from his
burrow. The lapine looked to be a little hesitant. It was far safer
to stay inside, and he had plenty of food. Yet, it just wasn't
enough. He needed to see light again. He needed to feel the sun's
warmth on his fur. He needed. . . to feel free. And so, he'd make his
way out, and blink slo