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It was a pleasant start to the day. A cool morning breeze blew through the long grass of the meadow. A young rabbit popped his eager head out of his burrow to experience the early morning calm. He breathed deeply and the smell of dewy grass wafted into his nostrils. He raised himself out of the hole and began nibbling at the particularly juicy looking leaves of a nearby bush. The breeze grew stronger and his long ears were flattened against his back. The rabbit sat up alert. Something was not right. This was not just a morning breeze. The breeze quickly turned into a strong wind as it blew the grass down against the damp earth. He had seen this before and it was never pleasant. As usual, the rabbit turned to run for his hole, but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks listening intently, straining to keep his ears up against the force of the wind. There were angry voices in the air. The now icy wind screamed with bitterness. It shouted of hatred. It whispered of mistrust. It hurled accusations. Somewhere not far away, a tree fell, no longer able to hold its own against the sheer strength of the wind. The voices continued to crash around the rabbit. He turned around and leapt for his hole but the wind cut him off. He could not move against it. The voices grew louder. Desperate, he moved forward slowly against the gale, each step taking more out of him than the last. The wind screamed in his sensitive ears. Suddenly, unable to take it anymore, the rabbit exploded in anger. Years of pent-up emotion poured out of him like water through a breach. The force of his fury smashed against the wind and blew it to smithereens. All became still. Not a sound could be heard for the next several moments until the ground near the rabbit hole convulsed with grief and a mournful rabbit's wail rent the air. Then all was still again. The grass slowly raised itself up again without much purpose for it knew the tempest would return.