The forest was silent in the morning.
The little white rabbit poked his little pink nose out of the rabbit hole.
He climbed out of the hole and pattered across the forest, the very picture of innocence.
Bang! A gunshot burst out of an ancient gun and cracked the silence of the forest, along with the rabbit’s skull. The little white rabbit was now a very red rabbit, and his little pink nose was five feet away.
The pleased human took his prize home to his family and his little girl picked some mushrooms for dinner. Well, rabbits are rabbits but mushrooms aren’t always mushrooms. There aren’t any poisonous rabbits, but you can’t say the same for mushrooms. But how’s a three-year-old girl supposed to know that anyway?
The family had the little white rabbit and mushrooms for dinner that night and died the next day. The town buried them in the forest.
Their bodies made wonderful compost and the soil was rich with nutrients. Time passed, and plentiful, thick green grass sprung up on that soil. That spot became the favorite feeding place for little rabbits everywhere.
And the forest was silent in the morning, except for the sounds of innocent munching.
In its third year, The March Micro Marathon will be, as usual, a prompt-a-day whirlwind for 24 days. You’ll exchange drafts of micro fiction, non-fiction, and prose poetry in small groups and gather for a series of online events (all recorded for participants unable to attend live). We’ll finish with 3 competitions, and participants who are not already in SmokeLong Fitness will be invited to workshop with SmokeLong Fitness until the end of April!