Olaf’s Big Adventure
Olaf froze as the shadow on the ground rapidly approached and passed over, swooping away into the loaming. Scanning the sky, he couldn’t see anything standing out against the murky clouds, but let’s face it – he was a domesticated rabbit. What the hell was he looking for anyway?
“Shit like this always happens to me,” he muttered, dashing for the nearest available ground cover, scanning for shadows. “I should have stayed where I was. But, noooo, I had to see what lay beyond the open door. Damn damn damn!”
Under a bush, he rested his aching side, still bruised from the four foot drop out of his hutch. He could hear the hawk’s shrill cry, but still couldn’t see anything.
“I’ll just hang out till it’s safe,” he gasped to himself.
“Like hell you will,” replied an unfriendly voice belonging to a rather unpleasant looking groundhog. “Get your own damn hiding place, housepet.”
“But…” he stammered.
“But nothing. Clear out. And if you get eaten, try not to let that beast shit all over the rest of us.” The groundhog pushed him out.
Olaf was once again in the open. He could hear the hawk again. He took off in what he thought was the other direction, mindlessly dashing this way and that.
And that’s when he felt himself being picked up off the ground. “Hey,” called a human sounding voice. “Here he is.”
Olaf had never been so happy to see that snot nosed little brat.