The bunnies move in schools, and you only see them as they collectively bounce, exposing themselves over the high grasses only at the apex of their bounding leaps, so their motions come across kind of like dolphins. The entire area is completely untouched by man except for one, small, pastry shop smack in the middle of it all. The only way to get to it is by helicopter that lands on it's roof. For whatever reason, nobody is allowed to set foot on the field unles leaving the shop in order to catch bunnies, and then, only to bring them directly back. And it's the best pastry shop in all the world. What's the deal? All the bunnies are completely white, except for their poofy tails. The tails are all different colors. Some bunnies have blue tails, some red, some green, some yellow, etc... That's the indication of what flavor they are. The pastry chefs, when in need of cherry pastries, catch the bright red tailed bunnies. Blueberry, obviously, is the blue tails. Lemon, the yellows, and so on. The bunnies are caught, their tails popped off like corks, and then they're squeezed, to death, as they fill whatever batch of pastries that are the project of the moment with their fruity goodness. And that's pretty much that dream. Simply the knowledge that this place exsted. I wasn't even in it. I just watched the bunnies frolick, watched some get caught, and watch those that were caught get squeezed to death into some wholesome goodness. The end. |
