When I first received this story, I had no idea the person who had given it to me had written it for me. At the time, I was going through a nasty breakup and reading it made me feel worse. It would only make sense that the author was so eager to hear what I thought of it. Now it does.. then it did not. I was too precoccupied licking my wounds.
However, now when of all that ghastly ex mess is indeed over, this story now serves as nothing than an incredible metaphor for what actually took place between me and the author of this story, almost as if e could have predicted what was to be, ironically enough. This story, I shall always treasure as a result. Thus, I wished to share it with you.
One day there was a little bunny. She wandered among the hills, stopping every so often, to graze and scratch. Her matted brown fur,clung in rivulets to her body and her nose was a smudge of black. She was a pretty happy bunny, content to see where life led her.
One sunny day, the little bunny heard a strange sound which seemed to be coming out of a dark cave. It was a sound like no other, a kind of blood curdling howling which made the bunny's fur stand on end, as if she had just had a static electricity shock.
The bunny did not know where to turn, what to do, but eventually curiosity got the better of her and she decided to go check out the cave, and just see what the noise was about. The green grass dirtied bunny slowly crept into the cave, careful not to breathe too loudly or sneeze as she often did.
"Hello my friend, come closer" bellowed an apparition out of the darkness, that the bunny (for all the carrots she ate) could not quite see. The bunny crept closer to see, a huge wolf lying on it's side, grimaced in pain. It's fur was matted with red and broken sticks, grass and bones. To the bunny, the wolf smelled of death and she froze in fear, unsure of where to turn. "I will not hurt you little rabbit, I have a thorn in my leg and cannot reach it. I would be much obliged if you would get it out for me..." The wolf, frothed abit at the mouth as the honey words tumbled out of it's muzzle.
The bunny's teeth chattered as she spoke "How do I know you won't eat me?"
"Well,'" said the wolf, "I can only have you take my word for it...I desperately need your help and will be very happy if you could get this painful prickle out of my tousch."
Overcome by a strange feeling of trust and the desire to help someone else, the bunny slowly crept up to the big animal. It hobbled around to the back of the beast and bit upon the sharp thorn. Slowly the thorn eased it's way out of the wolf's brown back. With a bloodied small piece of wood in her mouth, the bunny placed the thorn before the wolf.
"Thank-you kind friend" the wolf sweetly said. The bunny nodded to the wolf and slowly began to hop out of the den. That is, before the wolf asked her where she was going.
"I'm just going home now wolfy...h h h h hope, you have a good day..." The bunny tried to hop even faster, out of the black cavern. The wolf, in one speeding swoop, leapt up and bit the bunny, right down the middle of her body. The bunny was red with blood and bones and her head whimpered to the wolf "You said that you would not hurt me?"
"Silly bunny" the wolf laughed "you should know better than to trust a wolf"...
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