The Hare Ch 1.

Once upon a time there was a rabbit. This rabbit could have also been classified as a bunny, although perhaps a hare would be the best word to describe this creature. I believe it is quite necessary to the story to provide the definition of this said hare, which is as follows: "a fast running, long-eared mammal that resembles a large rabbit, having long hind legs and occurring typically in grassland or woodland." {mac book dictionary}.

Now that you know just what this animal looks like, you should know what he smells like. Moldy cheese and green moss. Yes I know, rather malodorous in deed. How on earth could such a graceful stag bleed forth such a nasty stench? Well here is the reason, this small {yes he was smaller then your average hare} springy specimen lived in a wardrobe. Obviously hares who are surrounded by four walls of solid wood {which his very wardrobe was hand crafted mahogany} never yield anything that smells like sugar or spice, therefore leaving this hare to smell like walking compost. Unlike most wardrobes however, this one was most certainly not magic, in fact it was as non-magic as it could get. Dust did not danced inside this wardrobe like fairies when the sun shown through the cracks, like most flecks of dust do, and there was no magic trail of mushrooms leading to the entrance like there sometimes is.

Well enough about this stinky hare's none magic wardrobe, let me tell you about his very unique neighborhood, which consisted of a single chef who had been around large amounts of garlic so long that it had began to fuss with his brain capacity to work correctly. This chef had a very personal dispute with the hare about three months ago with what was thought to be a beat, a turnip, and a yak, but no one knows for sure what really happened. Anyways, this chef always wore his white hat, even to bed, and always talked with a French accent even though he was from Montana.

I know I said that the only other thing living in the hare's neighborhood was a chef, but are fleas really filed under the human or animal category? I think not. Anyways, there were three fleas who lived in the old abandoned clock tower. They had a job, a single simple job. They were to watch for intruders . . . which would sometimes consist of be a wayward tumble weed or an adolescent squirrel. These three fleas were very vital to the neighborhood but were never properly acknowledged for their countless hours of hard work. I mean I did not even classify them in a living creature category for crying out loud.