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a bun so deep as powder b...
months went by. or at least A month went by. and bunnies seemed to be making no progress. they seemed to be making no progress because they were silent for a long, long time. some might think that the bunnies had simply ceased to exist. but it was not so. bunnies were merely...busy. and not doing the sorts of things that bunnies do. er. well, they are obviously bunnies and so whatever they do is what bunnies do, or at least what THESE bunnies do, but OTHER bunnies...they wouldn't. do. these. things. clear?
in fact, these bunnies were making forays out into the unknown. they were leaving the luxury of a library and preparing for big things in a scary new place. bunnies without baggage are nevertheless bunnies with care and who took care to investigate their soon-to-be headquarters before moving in completely.
and STILL it took powder several days to go outside.
what's wrong with powder b? it's hard to say. rabbits are prey animals, so they have a tendency to keep to what they know, to keep safe. and leaving one safe place for an unknown place of unknown safe-ty was, instinctually speaking, not wise. being bun-napped can make one so much braver. wanting something so much it hurts can really light a fire under a bun. but. this new quest and this new purpose, so fresh, so young, was harder. and after so many months of not doing much at all. a bun gets accustomed to this smaller life, lived among smaller beings...it's hard to break out again and put himself on the line.
one early morning, long before sunrise:
i put a paw, one forepaw through the glass door at the north entrance to the library. the library was closed. the molecules parted obediently. a power confirmed. i've not lost my touch. i looked through the glass at my disembodied foot, trembling on the other side. one hop for powder, one leap for rabbit kind? the moon was a sliver. the lamps glowed at the edge of the road. my paw there, visible, glistening silver in that weird light. so fragile. i am me. only me. what can i do? whispers in my head..."so much." i put weight on that paw, leaned closer to the glass, let some of my whiskers penetrate through. powder through the looking glass. will this be my wonderland? one wiggly nose through the glass, sniffing the night air. i smell...dew. wet grass, plants. humid. it smells delicious. i'm overcome with this desire to dig my nails into the grass, feel the earth, feel grounded. i...refrain for a moment. this is how it will begin. small me, small dream. we will grow.
powder goes now, strong legs push him through the door and into the night. they propel him across a deserted street, down a sidewalk, between some trees, into grass, onto hills, onward ever onward...and there ahead is beckman.
i can only think: i come here to know. i come to find out how others may know. i come to share this knowledge, to light the bright light behind rabbit eyes, between rabbit ears.
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