it's war

the rabbit looked frightened. it was 3:22 in the morning and he had taken a single large hop into the right lane of a small tree-lined and dimly lit side street around the faculty apartments on campus. he looked up in time to see a decade-old volvo (turbocharged, mind you) bearing down on him. terrified, his little bunny brain randomly chose one of the four cardinal directions to hop... turns out it was the correct one, backwards. the volvo swerved and braked for good measure, its driver miraculously not missing a syllable in the song he was singing at the top of his lungs. he did, however, have a miniature heart attack that didn't so much attack him as made him wonder (brain separate from body)... hmm, this must be what a heart attack feels like. the driver did not get held up on the walk back from the parking lot to his dorm. in fact, the dorm was 75% quieter than when he left an hour earlier. lovely.