silvertiger

She watched as the small creature streched its leg in in a feeble effort to get its tongue from base to tip while cleaning its pristine fur. It had been over an hour since she lapsed into her dark brooding mood and had chosen to stare at the rabbit squatting in the snow instead of running through her mind again which had been too mind-numbingly droll hence the desire to do nothing more than watch.

As the rabbit continued his forrey of compulsive obsessive disorder he preened his toes one at a time and then repeated the proccess until such time as he felt the task was complete. As a result of his anal tendancies, he sat there in the depression in the snow created by his extended cleaning session. His fur shone with a pleasant glow that was almost equal to that of his ego which was beaming with the completion of his "project".

She though for a moment and then reached her hand out toward the docile beast. Slowly she lifted her hand to let him see that she was not a threat. Then, with a smile on her face and nothing but empathy for any fear he might have, she coaxingly offered her hand for him to smell. The creature's nose perked up as his whiskers twitched with the effort of filling his ofactory chamber with this stranger's odor. With a slight ferver of fear and a few quick glances to and fro the rabbit decided that this creature was not fimilar enough to warrant trust and he bounded off into the forest leaving the tell tale tracks of dot-parallel dashes-dot that would tell a predator which way he'd headed.

Without the immediate distraction of the rabbit and nothing else to capture her attention other than the individual flakes of snow falling, her mind began to explore other avenues of thought. Subconciously she steered away from anything that might lead her to the last few days' activities and her thoughts became spiratic as her brain tried to lead her directly there.

where had the rabbit been before, she saw no tracks leading ot this spot..... Why was she still here even though remaining meant most certainly mortal peril..... where did she leave her overcoat from last night..... shouldn't her toes have lost thier feeling by now after kneeling for this long..... when would they discover the bodies that had been left by the accident.....

Finally her brain tossed her directly into the chaotic, random fray that was her fractured memory.

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lost my train of thought .. as I am at work .. i guess .. its To Be Continued...

J.R.V.A.

Nice...Please continue

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart