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Feb. 25, 2007 When it wanted to, the rabbit could run like the wind. That is what it did as the wolf chased it past the trees, along the snow, and then onto a clearing. The rabbit didn’t look back as it made it through the clearing and began up a hill. Higher and higher it went, with great force, as if there was a motor inside of it. It was running over bits of ice, and then snow, and then frozen earth, up and up and up. The wolf was determined, and carried on after its prey. If the rabbit could make it over the hill, and to the next grouping of trees, perhaps then it could lose the wolf there. At the top of the hill another wolf met the rabbit and with a few quick steps was upon him. He grabbed the rabbit’s head in his jaws and the rabbit’s feet kept moving, but only in the air, now wheels with no ground. The wolf adjusted its jaw and bit down, and that is when the rabbit’s fur began to be soaked with its own blood. In a little bit, the rabbit’s feet stopped moving, and there was only a few twitches, and then nothing. It was now limp, and only a sad mass instead of the spry and lively creature it had been a few moments before. The wolf began to eat the rabbit, and its teeth cut down through the meat. Soon its jaw was stained with blood, and the two animals were in way as one. A strong wind came over the hill, and some clouds parted to allow bright sunlight. There in the forest some squirrels headed up trees, and some chipmunks darted around by a thawing stream. It was still morning time, and there was a promise in the air, a promise because the sun was there, and water, and a good amount of life. It had been the last morning on earth for the rabbit, but he gave sustenance to the wolf. Far in the distance a few smokestacks sent blackish puffs up the sky and the sky absorbed this. Around there, traffic could be heard, and sometimes a horn sounded, or the call of a human. Back in the forest there were other rabbits, and they could, when they wanted to, run like the wind, but sometimes even the wind met up with a wolf on a hill and couldn’t get around it. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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