“The rabbits are watching us always. They hunch on the lawns and brandish slanted black eyes. They’re not much into conversation. Mostly, we receive strongly worded pamphlets in our mailboxes. They address us as comrades, but as far as I can tell that does not inspire a popular sentiment of solidarity. On Thursdays they send poetry, though…”

Read it here: The Rabbits of the Underworld Find Innovation Distasteful