EnigmaticWriterGirl

I am the Rabbit chased by the Fox, through the brush we thunder. Heart thumping, feet flying, blood screaming, terror riding, I can't let go. No warren for refuge, no shelter or solace, keep going, keep going -- I go. What does the Fox know of fear? the Rabbit can wonder. He's thieving, beguiling, audaciously hunting, after hot blood he goes. A red-coated horror, simple feet following a sharp nose -- He goes. The Mother gave the children gifts, the Father gave them curses. The Rabbit received Fleet-of-Foot and the Fox, Determined-Cunning. Time and terror only end when someone stops running -- Keep running.