The fox chased Nin through the forest, nipping at his heels. Nin’s only escape was to dive headfirst into an old weasel’s hole. He squeezed himself inside, but the hole was narrow, and he got stuck, leaving his tail exposed to the air.
The fox came up and tried to fish Nin out. He snipped at Nin’s tail and pulled up on it, like he was trying to uproot a rather juicy carrot.
Continue readingOn the bank by the shore Nin came upon a certain turtle with whom he was old friends. He arranged passage to the other side, and soon found himself on the back of the turtle as she swam across the lake.
Continue readingNin sat on the rocky shore. He had been drawn by the crashing waves, but now lazed idly by the side of a tide-pool, making pleasant conversation with an oyster and a starfish who lived in the shallows.
“I have often thought,” said the oyster, “that beings are ignorant of the true nature of the soul.”
Continue readingThe old grey rabbit led Nin through a meadow and over a hill towards a small hamlet by the sea. They scrambled over a stone wall and into a small flower garden.
Continue reading“Why listen to me? Why trust me?” asked the bluebird. “For all you know, I may be a demon in disguise, leading you astray!”
“I doubt that very much,” replied Nin.
Continue readingDespite his best efforts Nin could not fly, so he cursed the sky, and went to live among the moles. He found a patch of land dotted by mole hills, went up to the nearest one and stuck his head inside. “I admire your handiwork!” he shouted. “Will you take a rabbit as a disciple?”
Continue reading“Where were your cries for resistance when the enemy came to your country?” asked the Speaker. “Did you fight then? No, you hid in your dens and you endured. Do not judge us.”
“We—I was younger then,” said Nin, the rabbit prince.
“And now you are older, and you are older because of your cowardice,” said the Speaker.
Continue readingNin despaired. “It is as it was before, before I left my home. I am lost—pulled in many conflicting directions.”
Continue readingWhen Nin reached the top of the mountain he saw that it was just one of many, part of a long mountain range that stretched far off beyond the horizon. His was a mere foothill compared to the others, and in the morning sun their whites peaks shined bright like daggers of ice.
Continue readingOf course, it was not exclusively strong rabbits to exhorted the virtue of strength. Just as often—perhaps more often—Nin encountered weak rabbits who worshipped both might and power.
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