The Hopping Bunny

So she hops. And hops. And hops.
She has fun. The new world is so fun!
It's exciting. She keeps discovering new wonders as she goes on.

There are these strange trees. Small and big creatures pass by. A river. Good berries everywhere.
And there is this dancing flame. Wow, she thinks. She is mesmerized by the radiance. And before she knows it, the flame has become her north.

Then suddenly, at some point, she stops.
She looks around, and notices. The world she sees now is no longer how she imagines it would be.
It's foggy. And this dancing flame, despite the bluish colour, starts to emit fieriness more than her fluffy pure white fur can take.

And there she is, standing in between two crossing paths.

She stops.
She hesitates.
She knows which road she should take. But she doesn't move.

Once in a while she crawls. Then she looks back. And crawls again. And stops again. And looks back again.
The mesmerizing aquamarine is so fade. She is not sure anymore whether it's real or just a scrap of memories of hers.

Sometimes she hops. And stops. And looks back.
As if she is waiting for something.
After some time again, she hops again.
There. Just like that. And she starts to think she's being delusional.

But she can't stop forever.
So yes, she hops. And hops. And hops.