Ben - Chapter Thirty Three

Time, or at least its sane concept and appearance, had marched on worn, weary and determined. The grass had grown, disappeared and took on all the colours this rabbit could see, before repeating the cycle again and again. The yellow sky-dot had come and gone as a woodpecker defaced another tree. Ben thought they were the real shits of the forest. Poor trees.

Today was fortunate, as the white had left the ground, it became fertile for many things. Paws could massage and charm the soil and extract many things, such as shelter, food, camouflage and other friends. Missing, of course, was the great-slippieness that caused the towering belch-bears to tumble humourously and helplessly, providing yet another evening of delight.

Since the time had passed like this forward snaking river, Ben contemplated. Water, while tasty, was only so inside Ben and not when without and surrounding. Skipping feet could not handle the deep and rushing youth of drops as they forged their destiny and jostled past each other. They could certainly have a rabbit for breakfast, and not even have the courtesy to wipe their mouths.

Ben needed to think quickly and use his sharpened brain to cut out an idea from this World. He sat and meditated for ten minutes, keeping his paws as still as a lightbulb.