Hare awoke an hour early , though he’d been forcing himself to stay in bed for a bit longer. This was a big day, he had to get ready.
The gaping hole in his kitchen floor surprised him, but not as much as the sweet song that emanated from it. “Not today,” he thought, and even though he knew better, he got down on the floor and slid over, until he could peer down the hole.
It was dark, but the air was warm and inviting. The singing grew louder, until it wrapped around him like a blanket, carrying him down.