Short short story

Fall is the time of the year when little animals scurry inside for protection from the cold. In my house that’s out of the frying pan into the fire because I have a very fierce very large orange cat. He will even bring creatures in from the outside before they have the illusion that they’re seeking warmth and safety in my house. I also have a little dog named George who doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. On one occasion this fall my cat brought in a baby rabbit and let it loose for fun and games. So at 10 o’clock at night, just as I’m ready to settle in for a long winter‘s nap, I am aroused by the commotion of the dog chasing the cat who is chasing the rabbit. This particular episode ends well, because I eventually can capture and release the exhausted little bunny and go back to sleep. There are mornings when I wake up to find just some powerful little back legs. Living in Westport taught me to accept the ways of nature.

– Anonymous