Reflection
Not far away the townspeople gather at the monthly fair on the bay, laughing and buying hot fried foods and hand made crafts. The weather is lovely after such a harsh winter, and the ladies are as scantily clad as modesty and the sun permits. With him is his dead cat Mingo, who is fond of the rabbit in spite of his many shortcomings. There is a live band which, the bunny is thinking, sucks. He is down among the dead again and is oblivious to the lure of souvenirs, kids, fatty foods, and just being with others outside. If only he would admit that he is drawn to conviviality as a moth is to flame.