Story by Lillian Trumble

     The little, black rabbit bounded through the cold winter grass, searching for its friends. They had long since disappeared, unbeknownst to the rabbit. It hadn’t understood why they would leave him, for he was a kind rabbit.

     As he prodded through the cold tall weeds he looked about, wondering. Left, then right, then left again. He stood tall on his hind legs and sniffed and snuffed but to no avail. HIs friends were simply gone. This saddened the little black rabbit, for it was late and it was cold.

     The winds blew strongly and the rabbit shivered, he was scared. He bounded to the left, then right, then left again. He didn’t know where to go! He was lost! He ran and he ran and he ran once again. He just wanted his friends. He needed to find them and get home before night, or else Mr. Rabbit wouldn't make it home all right. He heard the wolves call from upon a hill, and he would hear them call once again when they saw their kill.

     The little black rabbit was scared, and alone. All he wanted was to be right back at his little rabbit home, to be cuddled up closely with his kids and his wife. Mr. Rabbit was dearly scared for his life. He wondered and wondered why would his friends leave? He looked at the wolves, an idea forming, a trick up his sleeve.

     He bounded right up to them shaking with fear, as he yelled out “Oh stinky dogs! Look over here!”. The wolves took notice of the little rabbit, their ears perked up by a force of habit. They howled at each other when they saw their meal. This made Mr. Rabbit terrified as he tried not to squeal.

     The wolves started to chase, they weren't far behind, as the little black rabbit ran quickly to the "field" that shimmered and shined. He knew that wolves wouldn’t focus, for they were too eager to eat to notice. The little black rabbit ran down the hill, the wolves hungry and ready to eat their meal.

     He made a sharp left into the grass, while the wolves turned into a memory, quick to pass. They continued to run right towards the lake, when suddenly Mr. Rabbit found himself lying in his bed wide-awake. For the wolves were never real, no not at all. It was a very scary dream Mr. Rabbit had that fall.