WTF!?!
I live in a mediocre neighborhood (both in the socio-economic and “how-safe-is-it-to-walk-outside-at-night” sense) though it gets steadily more affluent the farther north you go. This is where I go jogging.
Tonight at around 11:30pm, I saw a couple of cats in the middle of the street.
No wait - not cats.
I get closer and I realize they’re actually bunny rabbits. Bunny rabbits in the middle of the street. Not field rabbits or wily, nature-wise hares. These were slow, defenseless, obviously domesticated rabbits. One was white and fluffy. The other was smokey. They kept huddling together protectively.
I looked around to see if there was a human owner of rabbits watching on protectively. You know, most people walk their dogs or wotnot, but every once in while there’s that weirdo in the neighborhood who likes to take his pet duck for a walk, or occasionally lets his hedgehog stretch its legs.
Nope. No humans around. Just scared, fluffy bunny rabbits.
I wanted to scoop them up or pet them, or take care of them, but I figured they’re probably just bolt if I got near them. They looked scared of me, but they also looked like they didn’t know where to go.
So….I started to talk to them.
“Hey…Hey, you guys lost…?”
The bunny rabbits didn’t answer me. They just kept hopping around and huddling together and being fluffy.
“Okay, then…I’m going to go now…”
The bunnies still didn’t answer me. I decided to stop talking to them and kept jogging.
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Shit like this can’t happen in fiction. If I wrote something like this into a short story, then I’d have to find some way to make it relevant or meaningful.
In real life, bunny rabbit shit like this has no meaning. It’s just fucking odd as hell. Goddam bunny rabbits and me talking to them and shit.
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