Why do rabits run?

 





    Why does the rabbit run?

   She didn´t know. But as soon as she was out of their den she had to start running, as if a dreadful strength does force her to do it, just to survive, but survive what?

   That was an instinct. They call it instinct. She liked runnig, but the scary point of this innate impulse was  fear. And as she didn´t like that feeling, or maybe she didn´t even know exactly what fear was, she used to ignore any warning.

   Flower was too young to understand that she could die. However, never too young to realized that others could be in danger.
 
  That´s why she got used to look for high mounts from the earliest age,so that she could control  the entire landscape. So, while she watched her siblins running she just developed a sense of curiosity that was beyond a rabbit´s comprehension, a dangerous costume, an improper habit for a rabbit, that many times made her mother get angry.

  Then, the whole family began to feel uneasy because of the way she acted. and to make it worse, she went on weight becoming bigger and bigger, turning her sight into a focused glance that reminded more a threatening gigantic marmot´s stare, a marmot in bunny ears which hung to hers hips  And she started to behave not like a rabbit, always in panic but a defiant wild animal, thus provoking her mother to begin raising her voice every time she poped her flaccid face out of her lair to call her, She often couldn´t go out because of her pregnancy.
   _ Flower! Time for dinner! And time to shelter down! Have you collected your siblins? Don´t you think  you´re so fat that you  seem, actualy,  the pregnant female here? Do you? Look at your sister, your following, She´s running all the time. She´s an expert. Act your age Flower, and play the role you´re taken for granted_ continued her mother once they were all packed together in the hidden den_ You seem to be a baby. What are you eating there away? Did you hide any carrot just for you, to eat it by yourself? You must share it! That´s stealing.
   _ I fetched it for myself._ She answered.
   _  It doesn´t matter! We´re a family! Are we?_ Shouted her mother.__ I´ll set an example on you for your siblings_

 Then she accused her of being selfish before the rest of her children, instead of telling them to go for carrots and observe more and run less.

   That time Flower didn´t talk back her mom. She shared her carrot after being taught that it wasn´t hers. Nothing was hers. Only a bad rabbit was allowed to think that something could be owed, accumulated, and not shared. That moment, the mother´s lesson with value, dissolved the outrageous treatment she was to suffer from then on.

Although she had not forgotten how many siblings she had, they were so many, that she did forgot who was the oldest of them, even despite of the fact that, actually,  it was she who´d been born first.

   So the more brothers and sisters were born the less she liked running, and the more she felt on duty to look after all of them.