Rabbits

Had a dream about writing last night which slapped me with another idea. I dreamt that I had been reading about rabbits and that they were all remarkably human; they sat in their little burrow and they drank tea and they talked about Mr. and Mrs. Johnson (rabbits) and the like. I remember being somewhat disgusted at the whole "they're so human" thing, so I decided to write a story about rabbits that were totally, 100% rabbity. The only difference would be that they would talk, but even then that wouldn't necessarily matter. It's difficult to make a group of characters interesting when they don't talk, but I'm sure it's been done? Don't know.

My rabbits were a family, though I'm not sure how often a family of rabbits, including mother, father, and babies, actually live together in a burrow. It basically followed the lives of the rabbits as stuff happened to them; one of the female rabbits (named Lucy, though I'm not sure I'd give them names, as that is a very human thing to do) , the daughter, was getting caught by a wolf or a hunter and one of the son rabbits came in to tell everyone else about it.

And before you all point accusatory fingers, I have never read Watership Down. :P