rabbit

“That stuff about the road less traveled? What does it mean, anyway? Ever think there might be a reason one path wasn’t very popular?”
His nose twitched and he crossed his forepaws. “I’m just saying that maybe you’ve been overextending yourself a bit.” His head disappeared into the sleeping box and came out with a scrap of torn newspaper.
“Might be something of interest here for you. Got any more carrots?”
And that was the last X heard from him. He was a good listener though, the rabbit; something in the way he twitched and shook his great pendants of ears suggested to X that his problems were being taken seriously.
Every night from then on, X took Alby’s carrots out at sunset. He told the rabbit he’d applied for the design job he’d found on the yellowed newspaper, and when he was given an interview.
The night before the interview…