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It was the only white one in a nest of gray-brown babies. White meant being seen first, and being seen first meant dying first. Its mother came back only twice a day, and the sounds outside the burrow grew closer with each passing day. From the burrow to the hillside, from its first winter to its fifth spring, it lost its siblings, its mother, its companions, and its best burrow. It survived to old age only by remembering every old path. How could a rabbit that was never meant to survive be spared by time?
