He walked past the meadow, into the woods. The birds told him to go there, although he was doubtful. The setting sun coloured the valley walls around him a bright red and he counted one, two, sixty waterfalls.
Why this place? He wondered.
A swallow flew past and told him to keep going. Walking on he deftly stepped past the broken branches and a few footsteps later, he supposed he reached the place. It was a small burrow in the ground, underneath a huge tree root. Dead leaves covered more than half the entrance and he wondered if he had come to the right place.
A little rabbit with dark grey fur peered out. Hello? He said hoping he was not disturbing it. Slowly the rabbit trudged out cautions yet curious.
You wanted to hear a story? The rabbit whispered. He nodded his head, bent down and looked into its eyes. I do not remember much; only what my ancestors told me, said the rabbit.
Go on.
His name no one knows. Perhaps he never had one. But we called him the Hare, for that was what he was. He lived here, in these woods and had many friends. A swallow, a fox, a squirrel even a frog.
Keeping silent he listened as the rabbit continued.
He was brave and went to many far away places and helped rid these woods of dangerous creatures. The rabbit paused as if to think. The listener took the opportunity to ponder its words.
Did you see a meadow as you came here? It asked. He nodded. There is a tree there, a single tree in a field of flowers.
Yes I saw it.
The hare would meet with is friends there and they would share stories with one another. That is…that is all I know.
He kept silent for awhile but then said I do not understand though why they say this Hare is so special.
The rabbit thought for awhile.
Once before the sun rose the Hare looked up into the dark sky, looked up at the stars. He said something we never understood.
What did he say?
Are they not beautiful?
Hearing that he laughed. Thank you dear rabbit. I understand now. With a smile on his face he stroked its soft fur, rose and walked away.
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