August 16th 2011 Tim Candler
Always a worry when
Rabbits pretend to be nervous. Without a second look at me they
will high tail for those paths they have carved into the long grass, and
I become deeply suspicious when they do so. Or they will see me
before I see them and suddenly they will run. It's as though
they've found out my nerves lost their fortitude sometime in 1977.
It wasn't like this a month
ago. A month ago Rabbit clans had more directly plotted my overthrow.
They'd lead me on chases through the garden, I would follow them down paths
I have carved with a mowing machine, sometimes I would run at them while
shouting. Which I begin to think was an error on my part, because this
new practice of theirs is truly despicable.