Running, running, running. That's all it could do, whether it liked to or not it had to run. Running, running, running. Running as fast as it could, over the hills and far, far away. Why was it running? It couldn't remember. It stopped abruptly, trying to retain memory. A hungry fox leaped out from the thicket, and suddenly it remembered why it had to get away. But before it could, the jaws of death closed tightly on it. Teeth, pierced its frisky exterior. It squirmed trying to break free, but to no avail. Rabbit on the run no longer.
