Summarized Thoughts

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  They were all gone in a flash of light. Fast forward by negative numbers, back in time 30 minutes ago. Brett, a rabbit by nature as well as by body, was devising a scheme with is faithful friends, Joan and Leonard. They conversed in low tones intelligible to only others of their species, hiding under an old, cast aside basket that was half deteriorated in the hedgerow next to the farmer's barn. The masked man had been making expeditions nearer and nearer their home in the woods, marking out their common meeting places and feeding areas. Each one he found was one lost in flames. Tonight, they discussed their options. The legend of "The Vanishing" was thrown about, a supposed moment when all bunnies would leave this planet. So was the one of "The Masked Man" that would kill them off, and currently was on its way to becoming reality. They laid their plans, and went on their assigned routes. Brett crept up to the front door of the giant red storehouse, and nuzzled about for his covered entry hole. Upon it being located, he wriggled in, and set to work ruining the farmer's years work. The door slammed open and a fiercely white light made Brett the star of this horror show. His career did not last long though, as Joan instigated a flailing kick from the horse that clipped the man in the shin. Leonard rushed in and began helping Brett with his original job. With a snap of rubber, the masked man entered the scene and all froze. The plan had failed. Another plan had come into play however, and with a flash of light the farmer's son burst in, and scooping up the plotting animals, took them to a new home.