Dark is the land where walks a sullen man, a mountainous trail guiding his plan. He comes at least around a bend in the gulley, a field before him his heart to sully. Coming upon a pair of rabbits, he bends down to gawk at their stalwart positions. Like breathing hearthstones they betray no emissions, and he suddenly joins their sentries’ habits. Such is the fate of all who go yonder, thinking it’s safe to stare and ponder. It is not, my good man, those rabbits are evil. They stare like Medusa, it’s clearly primeval. I’d warn you not to walk that plain, but in honest truth I’m already insane. My whole village has fallen for their treacherous swap. They’re all bunnies now, to here, now, they hop.


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