there were pictures of cute cats and dogs and pigs and whales and chimps and gorillas
and a lemur with big sad eyes looking into the depths of your soul
and … a rabbit
and my first thought was
a rabbit! a flipping rabbit!
rabbits are not exactly an endangered species!
“The world's domesticated rabbit population is estimated at 709 million. however, there are many different species of wild rabbits that live throughout the world. since rabbits have been introduced to many habitats to which they are not native, it would be very difficult, to estimate the wild population. “
but then i thought
what difference does it make?
a rabbit is just a living creature that wants to live
does a rabbit know that there are a trilion other rabbits in the world?
as opposed to an albigensian lemur of which there are only 15 left in the forest in madagascar?
maybe it does
maybe a rabbit knows it can find fellow bunnies wherever it goes in the world
whereas the albigensian lemur knows it better not go very far or it will never find a friend
but again, maybe not
does a rabbit know it is a “rabbit”?
do cats and dogs know they are “cats” and “dogs” ?
as opposed to just being creatures that you might hang with or ignore or fight or eat as the situation calls for?
do humans know they are “humans”?
a human can have a dog for his best friend and happily kill other humans, no?
but humans love the idea of different creatures getting along
make a video or a gif of a cat getting along with a monkey, or an octopus being pals with a porcupine, or an elephant snuggling with a piranha, and put it on line and you will get 10 or 20 million likes
as opposed to a poem which might get 1 or 2 likes from your mom or your best friend if you are lucky
don’t forget, september 23 is international rabbit day
although it had become acceptable since the war to walk around without any pants on, jeffrey always felt more comfortable wearing pants, especially when the musgraves came to visit.
he thought there might be some pants belonging to grandfather’s old suits hanging in the closet of the back room on the fifth floor, so he made his way, with as sprightly as gait as he could manage, up the back staircases.
there were, of course. no candles on any of the walls, and no servants to light them, even if there had been.
jeffrey reached the fifth floor and began walking down the dark hallway.
how peaceful it was ! there was no sound, except for the barely perceptible ones of the huge spiders spinning their white and grey webs…
but there was nothing for it, the musgraves had to be “entertained”, so with a sigh jeffrey continued on his way to the back room.
but when he reached it and opened the closet door, he heard a voice, an all too familiar voice behind him…
the giant snail!
and of course it would be peevish, and want to talk interminably about the old days, before the war…