The rabbit didn’t have a name either.
But it knew it was this rabbit.
thisAnd all this rabbit wanted was to eat another meal and return to suckle its young, to warm them with its mate.
thisIts only hope was stillness.
But now the two-legs-animal had opened to this rabbit. The two-legs-animal mind felt so huge, so free of meaning. Impossible. Incomprehensible ideas, like future and past and imagination, burning through a brain physically incapable of understanding any of them.
thisfuturepastimaginationTerrifying.
Peter couldn’t help remembering the time he’d pitched a rock at a rabbit, just to see it run. Just to make something notice him. Fear him.
Shame flooded Peter.
In the vastness of Peter’s mind, this rabbit felt the memory.
thisIt didn’t know shame.
But it knew rocks.
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