It took her seven days of mulling and musing before she finally returned to that hole in the ground. The eager grass had already grown tall around the edges of the opening. Rabbit squatted down and parted the vivid green drapery. The hole was empty. Rabbit felt that unpleasant and all to familiar surge of disappointment in herself. Why hadn’t she acted faster? How could she have forgotten about them in the first place? Her scolding was interrupted by raucous laughter, and rabbit looked up to see crow in the branches of the big cedar tree. Crow was always taking things from rabbit. In fact, from rabbit’s current vantage point, she could see her metal pie pan, her sewing scissors, and what was likely her copy of an indigo girls CD, all hanging in the branches of the massive cedar. Rabbit could also see the round pink shells of several eggs peeking from the lip of crow’s nest.