Once upon a time at the edge of an enchanted forest there lived the most fairest hare/rabbit of them all. He was surrounded by all the earthly possessions that a rabbit could want and need. In fact, he had more than most. He had the finest fortress in all the land. His garden was envied by all the towns-rabbits and the huge carrots it produced. He even had underground rabbit homes too all over the town, he owned more property than any other rabbit around and he was revered by many. His life was filled with wonderful “things” as he hopped throughout all the land and relished in his fruitfulness for all his hard work. 

Life was good and all was well until one night he decided to look upon all he had acquired with a deep sense of accomplishment. He hopped all around his properties that went deep into the forest and smiled to himself as he took another hop, and down came the trap door set by an outsider? The rabbit had been caught, caged and confined to a small, dark place/existence. It would be here that the truth would be revealed to the finest/wealthiest hare in all the land.

He started thinking about his life and all he had surrounding him that made him happy. He soon realized that all he had was not bringing him “true” happiness because he had nobody to share his prosperous life with. You see, the hare never married or had children, not many friends because other rabbits didn’t see the real him only the superficial one he projected into all the land. It wasn’t that there wasn’t any depth to him because there was. He had given the towns-rabbit many riches and lots of his time because he wanted to please others so much. Most just took advantage of his kind nature and saw him as weak. The problem was, he forgot to consider himself and what he truly wanted, maybe he didn’t know , or maybe he was afraid? Now it was to late, by morning he would be gone! There was no way out of the cruel imprisonment of that dark night.

As each hour passed the more emotional torture the rabbit put himself thru. He blamed others for his unhappiness because he didn’t want to think that he had brought this empty existence upon himself. All of his young rabbit-hood wounds surfaced as he thought about all who had hurt him in the past. Everything seemed to surface within him, his fears, guilt, shame as he dropped into the deepest depressive state that a rabbit could reach. The anxiety and fears of his demise grew more intense with each passing moment. He would fall asleep from exhaustion, only to wake up and go thru it all over again and again. This was pure torture and he was growing weaker and wearier. 

To be continued…