Paul’s Blog: Not All About Rabbits

Have a look at the flickr thingy on the right to see new photos. There is one of Katrina and Stychrome the rabbits and some chooks and the giant rabbit cage that they are staying in at the moment

Paul

So I was a rabbit…And my superiour espionage skills had lead me to believe that there were others of my kind somewhere nearby so I went hunting for them. Then I saw it: builtifully built combinations of wood and wire, they truly were homes for those fellow rabbits but i longed for them to be free into the human-cage where i roamed. There were two females and 3 males. ‘This must be the last survivors of the plague and of the drought, kept here as specimins by the humans. This was shocking to me as I had always believed what my mum told me, which was that the only way into heaven was to have one’s bones bleached in the Australian sun, but when these rabbits grew old, I knew, they would be buried in the ground, as if they were nothing but part of the Earth. I set about to free them, digging around the base of the cages, but I couldn’t get though. There was some kind of smooth rock all around the edges. But I kept trying. Then suddly to my shock I was in human hands again! But these ones were bigger and stronged and held me comfortably. ‘A wild rabbit’ they yelled, but not at the screaming pitch that would attract predators. These were obviously slightly less-inferior humans but let me tell you what made me have a grudge against them:

After they caught me in their garden, with their rabbits, I thought that at the very worst I would be put into a magnificant home like the other rabbits there had, but no, I was put into a wire cage the same as in the previous human-cage. And much to my horror, there was no food or water. I was there for four days, including 3 nights where yet another fox circled my cage. This time, It was I who was humiliated. Then, on the fourth day, a big human and a smaller human came and took me out of the cage and the big one told the little one that it was ‘cruel’. I didn’t understand cruel. For me, that wire cage was just like being in the desert if I closed my eyes. I had only been humiliated by the way that fox didnt curl up and die when i cursed it, like the previous one. On this day I was put into one of the rabbit-homes, which I shared with two brothers, Katrina and Pashun. I mocked them for there names and then began to realise one of my previously unrealised ambititions: Dominance.