Saturday, September 3, 2016

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My father was out spraying the crops, and my mother was probably in town getting food, but I couldn’t directly see either one of them. That was good enough, I didn’t need to be hassled about how I mowed the lawn anyway.
I moved like a ribbon towards the barn, sighing at the sight of the riding lawnmower’s shredded frame. It was always ruined. It was finicky, and the slightest rock under the deck ripped the blades off of their support. Either I could attempt to fix it, or I could use the old push mower. One way would have me start mowing in a few hours and chewed out in the same set of hours. Or I could take a few hours to mow and still be chewed out, but it was my fault for not getting to it sooner.
The door seemed to pop open just before I touched it. Sitting in the center of the barn was the 100 year old push mower. It had a slight sheen to it, but there wasn’t any light pouring directly onto it. As I stepped towards it, trying to pinpoint the shimmer, I saw a baby white rabbit peek his head out from under the circular body of the lawn mower.
“What are you doing little guy? That isn’t really a good place to hide.” The rabbit scurried out from under the mower and paused in the center of the floor. I noticed that in the rabbit’s mouth was a folded wedge of lined notebook paper. “What is that?” His ears perked up, and he looked at me with his shimmering blue eyes. It was the same shimmer as the lawn mower. With a single step, I launched the rabbit forward. The white bundle of fluff pushed itself through a loose board in the barn and vanished back into the world.
As much as I didn’t want to be chewed out by my dad, I also wanted to learn more about the strange rabbit. It was so pure, like a white splotch on an otherwise burned piece of paper. Once I made it back through the door, the bunny was halfway across the field. “I shouldn’t,” I mumbled, but by mumbling it to myself, somehow I hadn’t even heard it. In a flash, I was running towards the rabbit, my ponytail was whipping behind me like an actual pony’s tail.

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