There was a rabbit.

It was small and fluffy, kind and loyal.

But met with nothingness.

Sticks of silver surfaced from the glistening red staining the rabbit’s once snow white fur.

And there was a fox.

It was big and sharp, crude and deadly.

And yet,

It pranced around, continuing its terror.

It stood tall and firm.

Surrounded by small monarchs.

The rabbit watched. A burning in its chest.

How is this fair?

Especially when tons of the knives in the rabbit’s back were put there by the fox. 

The rabbit watched from afar as the fox removed its long trench coat.

 He was wincing. 

And then the rabbit saw why.

Identical knives were stabbed into the silk fur of the fox.