Paul’s Blog: Not All About Rabbits

So I, Stychrome began to dominate the other rabbits and I learnt to be mischeifous. For some reason they other rabbits sat on the ground all day long but I would hang from the roof or walls of the cage in order to surprise the humans. It often worked.
Eventually we were all so beaten up from fighting for dominance that were were given separate homes. We had a good life, sitting around relaxing and eating and getting fat, with only one interruption that changed the lives of all the rabbits: The flood.
One night it started raining, and like every other time it rained I began to mock the mice and rats who didnt have a nice dry home like us rabbits. I got worried though when the water started coming into our home and rising.Everything floated and we got wet feet. Then more water came in and we all had to sit on the highest point of our home to avoid the water. Soon our feet were in water even at the top. At that time I wondered what Pashun would be doing, since the top of his house was lower than where I was now sitting. Outside my cage I could see dirt and sticks and leaves floating on the water. In fact that was all I could see. I couldnt even see the water anymore or even any green grass to eat. I wondered if we would have to eat weetbix forever after that. Finally the humans decided to rescue us and we were picked up and taken into the humans house where it was dry and warm. I was wrapped in a cloth and I couldn’t move much because of that. I had a sleepless night that night listening to the rain outside. I wondered what made the humans so sure that the water would not flood their own house.
The next day the flood had gone down and we were taken outside to see our homes. Everything was covered in mud. Even the humans’ giant drinking bowl was full of disgusting brown water. I watched as the humans tried to clean my home. I knew it would never be the same again, but I didn’t care because it was worth it just to see them work for me!
I spoke to Pashun that day. It turned out that he was underwater for about 10 minutes stuck against the roof of his cage, before the roof was opened and he jumped out of the water into the arms of Paul, the human who had opened the roof of his cage. I asked Pashun how come he didnt drown or get brain damaged and he said ‘whats that?’. After that he was never quite the same.
Quite soon after the flood we moved home to a completely new place. Find out what happens next time…

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.