Rabbit Story

At one point, Purin's Keeper spoke to someone about rabbits. It was a deranged story and it took barely any prodding to get her to continue. This is the edited version of the transcripts with the one she replied to cut out. The original can be viewed here.

The Story

 * Once upon a time, a rabbit lived on a hill.


 * Poor little rabbit.
 * He fell down the rabbit hole.
 * but he was late late late late late late
 * and the queen chopped off his head.


 * the rabbit wanted
 * the rabbit NEEDED
 * The rabbit needed a new head.
 * And the other rabbit's head was perfect.


 * The little rabbit waited.
 * He watched the other rabbit's beautiful life.
 * The snakes wove through the grass to eat the other rabbit, but the little rabbit
 * tore out their eyes. They fougth and struggled, and the little rabbit tore them in half.
 * The food grew scarce and the other rabbit was hungry, so the little rabbit hid
 * food so it would not starve.
 * Waiting.
 * Watching.
 * Singing him to sleep.
 * The little rabbit has waited long enough.
 * The head comes off tonight.


 * The other rabbit seems so safe in his world.
 * His mother is still alive.
 * He is still the champion.
 * He is still alive.


 * the other rabbit will not die.
 * He will go to sleep so safe and sure in his world with his alive mother and alive self. He will wake up in the hole the little rabbit left, covered in blood and guilt.
 * the little rabbit wants his life back.

Other Rabbits

 * HEE HEE HEE The truth is so beautiful. I really love rabbits. Eight strong little rabbits, the strongest on the hill. The first seven were easy. Corruptable. The went down without a fight. But the eighth. DAMN HIM. The eigth rabbit vanished before it was his time. Too bad. Too late. Could not find him. A new eighth took his place. I went to him. He was to be mine. But he was less corruptable. he did not WANT. I was goign to take him anyway. But he came. He begged me. Take me instead. When they ask, tell them anything. But don't tell the truth. Don't let them now what I have done or why I did it. But take me instead. So I took the little rabbit and left the Blue one alone. But things have changed. The Blue one is dead, and other rabbit will become the ninth. THE TRUTH IS MINE.