"Life is simple - only people make it complicated"
Enjoy!
Mum came home from shopping one day and carefully put all the things that she had bought onto the table for us to see. At first, I thought everything was made of gold.
“Who are you?” asked the rabbit. I was scared but a glimmer of courage tried to surface above my fear and my chest expanded as I whimpered, “I’m a man!” “You’re a what? Speak up. I can’t hear you.” “I’m a man,” I uttered a little louder.
I hadn’t told anybody about my encounter with the rabbit - nobody, that is, except for my dad. I had told him. He was working in the front garden when I got home. I had told him I’d been to the rabbit warren to catch a rabbit because I wanted a pet.
I thought of the rabbit a lot, and every time I did, I kept remembering that time meant life. It was a while before I went back to the field to find the rabbit, partly because of what had happened on my last encounter and partially because my mum had made me feel so guilty about it.
Don't build fences!