The hare leapt and danced into the woods; this was her special place. The last of the snowdrops had disappeared and plants everywhere were stirring into life. Colour was returning to the world and she was happy.
Looking upwards she saw her friend, the woodpecker, he was busy enjoying his fill of oak flowers under a green canopy of leaves. She wanted to tell him about the new friend that she had met when the sun last set, a human, a kind one. It had been an adventure for her filled with magic. Sadly, he was far too distracted to even notice she was there below him.
She moved onto the neighboring field; the fragrance of wild garlic swept over her. She would love to eat some, but it would make her sick and today she was too happy to let that happen. She felt gentle spots of rain tickle her ears, she flicked them and slowly moved on.
In the distance she could see a shape moving across the field, she hoped it would be another friend. She sat up on her hind legs and smelt the air. In that moment the world went dark, she was surrounded by scratchy material.
“I’ve got one!” A human voice exclaimed. She struggled and kicked, but it was no use, she was trapped. She was lifted up and felt the sensation of movement. She didn’t know what to do.
“One for the pot?” Another voice enquired.
“Yes, it’s a big ‘un too. Want a look?”
Suddenly she hit the ground and a glimpse of sky began to grow. She leapt at the gap and unexpectedly hit a wellington boot, righted herself and leapt away, her heart beating fast. She hadn’t been quick enough, the man’s big hands caught her roughly by the ears, pulling her up into the air.
“You idiot.” He bellowed. “That’s a hare not a rabbit.” He looked into her face. “Well, what will we do with you?” His voice less threatening now.
Right at that moment, “Put that animal down, right now!” This was a woman’s voice.
“We caught it. We’re keeping it.” The man was quick to anger again.
“Like hell you are. Give it to me.” Her hands grabbed at the hare’s ears and swung her up into her arms. The hare looked into the face of her rescuer. It was Trish, her Trish.
She snuggled in closer and finally felt safe.
The friends were together again.
Thank you again to @glastonburypixie for the words to write this.
If you’d like to have a go, here’s the words she gave me.
Magic, Rain, Woodpecker, Wellington, Snowdrops, Oak, Garlic.