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Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Red shoe clad feet splashed carelessly into a large puddle in joy,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Chest rose up and down in heaving gasps of air as he ran further, a smile across his face,
Bang, bang, bang, bang, goes the farmer’s gun
He squealed as a taller child bowled him to the ground, wiggling to get free,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run, run
Getting free of his friend’s grasp, he ran again,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Leaping over a sand castle, he squealed as his friend drew ever closer again,
Don’t give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
Yelping in surprise, he deftly dodged the outreached arm, a giggle escaping his lips,
He’ll get by without his rabbit pie
He giggled as his friend grasped another child to tackle in stead, and ran from the second child instead,
So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
He deftly leapt over a mother’s purse, giggling as the child chasing him fell,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
He leapt up to the top of the slide, chest heaving as he waited,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
He threw his body down the metallic object just as the child’s hand reached the top of the ladder,
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun
He fell gracelessly to the floor, and rolled to his feet in a flurry of tangled limbs,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run, run
He dashed off yet again, chest rising and falling at faster motions,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
He laughed joyously as his mama cheered him on,
Don’t give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He dodged the painful blow with skill-less ease, eyes shining with glee as the child went after his friend again,
He’ll get by without his rabbit pie
His friend howled with childish rage as he was tackled to the ground instead of him,
So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.
He was scooped into the safety of his mama’s arms, squealing as he knew he won the game.
He’d always had a favourite song, he loved ‘Run, Rabbit, Run’, since his mama had first sung it, even though he didn’t know what it meant at the age of four, he liked how old and unique it sounded to his ears, liked all the repeating words and how he could sing along to it.
As he grew though, soon enough, he understood the song, understood what it meant, and understood how the rabbit fled for its life, but that didn’t mean he hated the song. He liked it because it was the song his mama sang, voice sweet as sugar and as clear as a white dot on a black canvas. It was his mama’s song one, despite her not creating it. He’d listen to it, and think of his mama.
He remembered the day the song became his least favourite and favourite song. He’d recently had a mutation, large scaly wings exploding from his back, his coccyx bone breaking and stretching top form a monstrous tail, the tips of his fingers and toes dying, blood circulation stopping, and falling off, only for new bones to be created, bones attached to tallon like claws, most of his teeth falling out to form sharper, shark like ones, his eyes completely being remade, along with the occipital, parietal and temporal lobes, he’d had to be induced into a coma for the pain he’d felt alone, his body needing all the energy it could, to fix what was wrong whilst doctors could do nothing more than watch over him in worry.
Afterwards, his skin along all vital areas hardened and became an iridescent green, his neck nearly all scaly, the only part not important that hardened into scales were his cheeks, a near black colour like some perverted version of freckles. The doctors had theorised that he hadn’t mutated because they’d have caused fatal harm to his mama if they grew with him inside of her, and thus he only obtained the three foot long tail, and four foot wide wings, each one being four foot, and a couple inches taller then he himself when he was six.
After that though, he was considered a monster, his terrifying green eyes, his monstrous teeth, muscular tail, and thus he’d been discriminate severally, his friend exploding on him, but fire never bothered him after his mutation, in fact he revelled in it, his cold blood reaching for the warmth that was his friend fire, and then a year later his own fire escaped his lungs as he froze half to death outside of Aldera at the end of school, his classmates leaving him tied to the fence. And it was that year later when everything changed for the worst.
On the farm, ev'ry Friday
He pulled on his modified red shoes, green eyes saying goodbye to his mama,
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day
It was rabbit pie every day for him, feet scraping reluctantly towards his spiderlily clad desk,
So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along
So every day that ever comes, he sweeps them carefully into his trembling hands,
I get up early and sing this little song
He sends them down a river hidden deep within the woodland area, and runs,
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Red clad feet tread silently along the pathway,
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Chest controlled and steady as he’s mindful to not lose oxygen,
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun
He runs faster at the sound of crackling explosions,
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run
His taloned feet throb as he pressed harder into the ground, talons poking at the reinforced material,
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
He runs headlong into a crowd of irate people,
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
His friend screams in anger as he demand for his lackeys to find him,
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
He hides deep within an alley, watching as his group pass by, a silent breath of relief escaping his warmed lungs,
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
He loops back around,
run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
He heads back home
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Feet quickening as he heard his friend’s explosions coming closer,
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun
An explosion escaped the air, one too loud to be from his friend,
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run
He runs ever faster, fear encasing his lungs as he sees the apartment on fire,
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
His mama’s apartment
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He ignored his friend’s irate screaming,
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
But he won’t get by without his mama, his mama laying serenely on a stretcher, eyes blinking slowly up at the sky, burns spider webbing along her body, he watched his world go up in flames, his most liked song going around in his mind as he looked at Inko's prone form lying on a stretcher, her lips mouthing the word 'so run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run',
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run.
He could no longer run, instead he fell down, down, down.