Prologue:A rabbit's routine
Being a rabbit meant having an average lifetime of two years, even if it was possible to live fifteen years. Their days were numbered due to nature's cruel designation. With the wild swirling with predators, an adorable feeble creature like the rabbit could only hide among grass and snow.
If you were lucky, you would be picked up by a human. Furthermore, if you were fortune's favoured child, the human might fall into your enchantment, cater for your every need and even bring you a little wife to live your fifteen years with happily, lazily.
On the contrary, your misfortune could end you up upon the human's plate. Recently, more and more rabbits succumbed to this fate. It was all to be blamed on a certain novel young hunter who had recently settled in the nearby village.
Scurry here or scuttle there, the human could pinpoint the rabbit's location and seize them faster than their ingrained instincts. They could only live a doomed life.
This hell was fleeting.
Soon the human was accompanied by a curious hopping creature. The style of it's hopping held even rabbits in awe. It was simply too lovable and too professional.
The human imprisoned under this creature's charms, couldn't massacre their kind anymore. His target twisted to those regal ones that soared in the sky. Taking this opportunity, the rodents multiplied and the birds fell.
An inquisitive rabbit decided to spy on the human and its partner. The human and the creature slept on the same bed, constructed haphazardly out of straws and a coarse blanket. The human woke just before dawn, to head into the forest to hunt, collect wood and rummage for wood.
If the mushroom was awake, she would accompany him, but usually, she slumbered till noon. During this time, the human would be chopping wood or completing other miscellaneous tasks.
The mushroom would simply stalk him, her voice echoing in the breeze, cheerful. The human would patiently listen, responding whenever required.
What a weird pair. The rabbit thought and skipped away.