The Lif of the Easter Bunny- Episode One

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Chapter One

The Rabbit Hunt

There was a rabbit, darting to his burrow, on a fine spring morning, when the birds tweeted among the leaves, frogs croaked and hopped over the marshy grounds of the fine forest of fir trees, pristine in all its glory. Overhead, and far off, the mountains of Austria loomed large and distant, their snowy tops glistening in the sun.

The little rabbit, who was actually a hare, continued skipping across the forest floor, with greyhounds in hot pursuit. These were long-forgotten days, when cruel mankind raised up dogs bred from wolves to hunt down and kill rabbits for food.

The rabbit vanished into a little hole under a tree, and the hounds followed, for now they knew where their prey could be found. Within an instant, the hounds digging ferociously into the burrow with their claws, they took all the rabbits by surprise, biting into their necks.

The deed was done and the hunter and his dogs vanished. All save one. This greyhound was a she and she had encircled her prey, the very young rabbit that had led them here, and was prepared to kill him and then rejoin her master. But then this tiny, whimpering voice came out of the hare's mouth:

"Please, spare me! I will give you anything you so desire, just spare me! For I am but young, and it is no use whether I am killed, I will still be dead, for all the dead are but dead, so grant me this boon!"

His cries for mercy were heeded by the greyhound, and she whined in pity, sitting on her haunches. She needed to think about what to do, and, all the while, the pity overpowered her. That was when she abandoned her master, and took to living in the woods, just as her fathers the wolves had done, and raised the little hare as her own. She named him Öster, after the country in which he was born and raised. Loglith son of Loglith son of Loglith was king in the territory, for all kings of that land were considered reincarnations of each other.

For a while, Öster was desperate to know why it was that humanity itself showed no proper concern for the natural world, and yearned that humanity in all it's barbarousness should leave all creatures alone.