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Creek Running North
November 19, 2004
Demonic fluffy bunny
Thistle has gotten ornery, yet oddly cooperative at the same time. He used to run right inside after three or four circuits of the yard when we'd chase him in, now he resists. He made Becky chase him around for hours the night before last. She eventually left him outside and went off to her appointment; he braved the raccoons and chupacabras and such in the dark until I got home later that evening.
... to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;
Then there is nothing to think of. It comes of itself;
And east rushes west and west rushes down,
No matter. The grass is full
And full of yourself. The trees around are for you,
The whole of the wideness of night is for you,
A self that touches all edges,
You become a self that fills the four corners of night.
- Wallace Stevens
He's not been let outside since.
Contrariwise, he consents to handling much more readily once caught. It's almost as if he secretly enjoys being held. He'll relax, and relax, and sink into my arms... and then come to with a start and bite and scratch.
Posted by Chris Clarke at November 19, 2004 08:43 PM
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Caution, this comment is about politics.
... he braved the raccoons ...
Knowing raccoons, I'm guessing you mean he got lucky. And lacking an image of a raccoon, he didn't know how lucky he was.
So Luck+Ignorance=Bravery. Which I admit is cute. In rabbits.
Bravery is not always stupid.
But it was in this case.Posted by: Chris Clarke at November 19, 2004 11:22 PM
hmm...hard to say which one is cuter.Posted by: Anne at November 22, 2004 03:04 PM