Trail Mix-Up
The rabbit wandered around in the woods, looking at the tall pine trees as he did. He had been out there walking for who knows how long, and the trail still hadn’t presented itself again! Who’s idea was it to go away from the city?
Oh right, it was his...
Why had he listened to himself!? Despite the fact that he was a rabbit, he had zero survival skills. Though his ears would still perk up at the tiniest sound coming from behind him. A stick breaking, a bird rustling the leaves of a tree... one could never be too careful out there.
He should have brought a whistle. Or a phone. Or a jacuzzi complete with satellite radio and wifi. Now it was starting to get dark, and he still had no idea where he was.
Defeated, the rabbit took that moment to sit down on a nearby rock. He put his head in his hands and looked at the way he had come, full of dense trees.






