This morning, before my boy, Careless, woke up, I went outside to see what kind of trouble I could get into. Sure enough, as I silently stood there like a statue, a wabbit hopped by. I kept my composure. I remained silent. I didn’t move a muscle but I did have a slight twitch. I couldn’t help that. Finally, as that wabbit turned his back to me and began eating some plants, I crouched down and began to slink my way over to breakfast.
I slowly and methodically made my way toward the wabbit. He was so busy eating that he didn’t even notice my stealthy approach. My nostrils were flaring, taking in the wabbit’s smell. I got to within inches and my steps quickened. I guess I wasn’t as smart as I thought because that wabbit stood tall and wiggled his nose to take in my scent. Just before I could grab him, he took off like a wabbat out of hell, and he was surprisingly fast. I suppose I misunderestimated him because while I was giving chase, he disappeared into some brush, never to be seen again. I tried to track him but he was long gone.
After all this excitement, I guess I’ll go curl up in bed with my boy, Careless, and wait for him to wake up and make me breakfast; especially since mine had just run off. I know what you’re waiting for me to say, so here it goes: “The Hare of The Dog That Bit Ya.”
