Another One

Risking everything Pete the rabbit, scratched out of his hole. To face the morning light and dew. He knew what he had to do today and it wasn't going to be pretty. Nothing that Pete did ever was. "Just watch and see," he said to himself. "Wait until I tell them what happened and they will never ask me to do it again." That should teach them to say no to me.

Out of the rabbit hole and into the fire. Just the way he wanted it. Or so he thought. Sometimes he thought they were all out to get him, but that was fine with him. It was the end for him anyways.

Maybe next time they would leave him alone or treat him better, but he did not mind. Not in the least. Shaking off the bad vibes until there was not much left to be uncomfortable about. He had a fuzzy feeling that this was not what he wanted.

The shift was come to an end at the rabbit hole. All the bunny workers were exhausted. The community was blighted. Not too many of them would be working there for long. The chance that they would be was long gone. All of them would receive tattoos for their work. The tattoos of greatness. They were spread down the linage of a proud race. A race that would survive a good holocaust. Or so it would seem.

Dodging a day to live another one. The future was unknown for Pete. What would happen when the hole collapsed on them. Would they build another one or leave it for the vultures to pick out? Only time would tell. And that was not very far from now. The masters would get back to their building. Their craft was endless and time would renew it. Fortunately. But what would become for the destiny of Pete? Nobody knows or dares to tell them about the past-time of a rabbit. Except for me with the artists' whip of a madman.

Pete found solace in the hole, his own home became a silent fuse that he could not set off on his own. Preparing for something that would become raunchy in the end. He did not know that though. Not until later. Three hundred words later he would bubble back into fame. He could not wait for that though. It would have to be done soon. Or not at all.

Too many places to hide. Too many false starts. But Pete was used to that. His friends thought that he was weird, he was afraid that he was too. Weird enough to offend anyone. Or turn them into followers after all. There is a dog serving someone on TV, now that is weird. Chinese sounds good for dinner. Pete enjoyed eating Chinese. All of those small people chopped up with rice. It tasted yummy.

He would bounce and charge off of to the others. And they would accept his weirdness even if it came to force. Pete was like no other rabbit he had ever known. His friends and others would come to enjoy his passing into the others holes that he created. He did it to himself. Although he enjoyed being disowned. Love was a foreign word to him. Other words were foreign to him as well but not as popular as the L word. That is a very white dog on TV. But that is alright.

Following up on Pete, I plan on writing about him again. He is going to be a favorite character of mine. So time to sit back and relax.