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In the village of Rabbits there are many holes. Every morning with the first ray of the sun, Rooster Rabbit pries open his eyes and goes around to wake up all the other Rabbits. What an important job, right? The Rabbits gather for carrot cereal, and then on most days, they begin digging holes and continue doing so for most of the day, digging and digging and digging and digging. The village with the most holes is the best village someone said so all the different Rabbit villages work to dig ...

...and in the end there were the most beautiful angels lain slaughtered in the greenest of meadows and the ugliest demons impaled, presumably, at the hands of those beautiful angels. And there were miracles sacrificed and gone to waste like unknown martyrs leaving bastardized saints in their wake. And somewhere trapped in some eternal loop were the echoes of screaming soldiers. And the schismatic ruin was not a sight for human eyes, with the blood of seraphs and the broken teeth and shattered...

In the village of Rabbits there are many holes. Every morning with the first ray of the sun, Rooster Rabbit pries open his eyes and goes around to wake up all the other Rabbits. What an important job, right? The Rabbits gather for carrot cereal, and then on most days, they begin digging holes and continue doing so for most of the day, digging and digging and digging and digging. The village with the most holes is the best village someone said so all the different Rabbit villages work to dig ...

Kathy was a late bloomer, some rare flower that waits until mid-fall to blossom, but a blossom just the same. As a child she had been left alone on the hill by the death of her mother and taken in by her grandmother. Then it started happening again; another dying matriarch. Kathy's grandma died slowly over many years and required constant care and attention which is why at age thirty Kathy had never been on a date. She had never made love. She had dreamed about it many times. Everyday and eve...

Kathy was a late bloomer, some rare flower that waits until mid-fall to blossom, but a blossom just the same. As a child she had been left alone on the hill by the death of her mother and taken in by her grandmother. Then it started happening again; another dying matriarch. Kathy's grandma died slowly over many years and required constant care and attention which is why at age thirty Kathy had never been on a date. She had never made love. She had dreamed about it many times. Everyday and eve...