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Kitty Boy dozed, and he had dropped kerplunk into a dream,
except it wasn’t his dream.
He found himself inside one of Rabbit’s dreams: there strode a
tall Rabbit on stilt-like carrot legs. He held a flag and was marching
heroically along. The flag stood out from a long pole that looked
magical, surrounded with energy—surely it would daunt anyone
who thought to stop him or do him any harm. Around Rabbit flashes
of lightning struck ominously, but nonetheless he looked very bold
and self-assured. At that thought Kitty Boy felt a little better.
But then he wondered if he had gone cross-eyed: he saw a second
Rabbit, also striding along on carrot-stilts, but this one was headed
in the other direction with his eyes shut tight, and he was just about
to step into a hole and fall to his doom!
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his flag proved strong enough to ward it off. The second Rabbit,
maybe walking in his asleep, was just about to get his head toasted
by another bolt—he didn’t even seem to be aware it was happening.
Kitty Boy also noticed that the floor underneath the first Rabbit was
crumbling away; maybe Rabbit #1 had enough staunch courage to
keep it firm and supportive. For either Rabbit: he’d need to wake up
or to act quickly to survive.
Maybe it was time for a little Maslow: what did the Rabbits need?
One Rabbit bravely stirring forward amidst the danger, trying to
accomplish something, and the other asleep, about to get struck
down and fall through a hole into nothingness: it made him think of
how humans must feel on Election Day.
The flagpole seemed to be expelling magical flowers that floated
gently down through a hole in the landscape; maybe the second Rabbit
would drop down like that, too: lightly, delicately, in no danger. But
the real Rabbit was a good deal solider and chunkier than a flower.
The drapery in the back—it made Kitty Boy think of The Artist’s
paintings, since she often used wrinkled draperies—had holes,
knotholes, all through it, a perpendicular pathway of plentiful
perforations pendant over . . . what? Behind the drapery lay the Fabric
of the Universe—it was always there, so, beautiful as it was, Kitty Boy
didn’t think too much about it. He had fixed it once and could do so
again. His thoughts focused on how to determine which Rabbit was
the real Rabbit and then how to save him. Then he wondered if the
flag held any clues. He realized that lately he had always been, like
a fictional detective, sifting clues; Rabbit, wherever he was, must be
doing the same thing, trying to figure out how to get home.
Rabbit’s flag had an orange cross with a wide crossbar on a field
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of circled pears. The pears had lined up so that the tops on one side
of the cross pointed toward the tops of the pears on the other side of
the cross. Then he noticed that the flag was also a hole in the drapery,
opening space again to the bigger, universal fabric behind, concealing
or revealing. Hmmmm.
So pears. In one of the knotholes a white drapery had wrapped
around a dried, black, wizened pear, as if to shelter it. Was that what
would happen to the pears in Rabbit’s flag if he didn’t save them?
Was Rabbit one of the pears, and would the lightning burn him to
cinders? Did the pears stand for the growing, healthy environment,
and the lightning meant whatever forces are destroying it? This line
of inquiry wasn’t making Kitty Boy feel better at all.
What else could pears mean? It could be a pun: pears mean pairs,
duos, partners, buddies. Maybe Rabbit was out there standing up
against the world for pairs, for friends. In that case Kitty Boy must
find him immediately and stand up with him, even if that meant
standing right under the lightning, because that’s what friends do
for each other.
The flag had energy, just like the flagpole, so maybe it had enough
strength to stand up against the lightning—that would take a lot of
strength. More than I have, he thought.
He wished, not for the last time, that Rabbit had stayed home.
Right now, he thought, we could be having a nice cup of tea and some
treats together. Instead, I’m here worrying and Rabbit is out there
in the lightning, in who-knows-what kind of trouble. And I should
be there with Rabbit, and Bo-Doggie should be there, and we should
plant the flag together to celebrate all sorts of pairs everywhere.
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