A man ate a rabbit. The rabbit found that the predator’s stomach was
actually a field, full of white and blue flowers. It was the most
peaceful field, and many rabbits lay about, stretched on their
bellies, letting their ears fall down. The rabbit was suspicious and
thought the field must be a trap, like a picnic blanket laden with
moist cakes covering dead grass. The rabbit thought the other rabbits
must be puppets or lobotomized not to remember why we run from animals
that chase us and whose hearts don’t break when they hear the wet
sounds of their own mouths on dead flesh. And so the rabbit waited
until dark and went through the field killing the rabbits and dragging
them to the edge of the man’s throat. Then it lay down in the
field and waited for the field to disappear.

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The Rabbit by Erin Pringle-Toungate
originally published in the Spring 2013 print edition