The Short Story, A Hare Away, tells of uniqueness and how this can be beneficial to a community, even though it may not be recognised (or appreciated) by others at the time.
It was written by a woman in Illinois whom I have been mentoring. She has a hearing loss. I’ve massaged it a little but she took my idea and the essence of the thoughts are well put. Lacking in one area of life (such as, in this case, hearing) often increases our capacity in others.
In this case a short-eared rabbit saved himself from imminent danger because he was able to hear through vibrations, thus giving him an advantage over the rest of his society. In real-life this mimics the author who, while not hearing as well as others around her, has in a very short time as a Christian zeroed in well on His voice.
Like the short-eared rabbit in this story, we too would be well-advised to acknowledge, celebrate and use our uniquenesses for good.
In an underground burrow, lived a large family of rabbits. The burrow was cozy and comfortable and had all the entertainment one could want. No harm came their way, they thought, being underground.
The rabbits all loved each other and had much fun together, except for one rabbit who had short ears. The short-eared rabbit was left out of the family fun, missing out on a lot of the entertainment, because he didn’t hear so well.
It hurt him when they made fun of him.
Short-Ears was accustomed to a not so loud life in the burrow, but on one day, things somehow sounded a little different. He spoke to the normal-eared rabbits about the sound difference, but they mocked him and called him crazy. Short-Ears pleaded with his family to turn off the TV and the music, and to listen for just a moment, but they laughed him off saying, “Short-Ears – you can’t hear anything!”
For several days, Short-Ears felt the vibrations that seemed to be outside the burrow get louder and louder. No one seem to notice or care.
Then one particular day, Small-Ears again pleaded with the other rabbits, that they need to leave the burrow and to bring their things with them. Still, the normal-eared rabbits laughed and shunned Short-Ears. Sad, but anxious and alert, Short-Ears gathered his belongings and made his way out of the burrow.
Squinting in the bright light, he opened his eyes and saw a world of color – trees, clover flowers and green grass. He could even smell the fresh air. All this amazing splendour was enveloped by such a radiant crystal-blue sky. He was filled with excitement and joy at his new world!
He stashed his knapsack at the foot of a tree, and went back into the burrow to get the other rabbits out too see the sights outside but the normal-eared rabbits didn’t want to listen to ‘Small-Ears’ and his crazy ‘stories of doom and gloom’. Again, they ignored him; carried on watching their TV; listened to their loud music and made fun of him.
So Small-Ears left the burrow for what was to be the last time and went out into the fresh new world . . . alone.
Before Small-Ears could get too caught up by the sights and smells of his new world, something like an earthquake shook the ground right beneath him. He jumped up, around and saw it. A HUGE yellow monster of a machine with a scary claw on the front, jabbed down into the ground right where small-eared rabbit had come from. In seconds, there was an enormous hole in the ground right where his burrow used to be.
All alone, and sad for the loss of his burrow family, the small-eared rabbit cried – that was until the yellow monster with the claw came towards him. Quickly, he grabbed his knapsack and ran off into the new bright world, never return to a dark burrow again.
He hadn’t gone too far though, when he met another short-eared rabbit from another burrow looking lost and lonely. He cocked his head a little, lifted his eyebrows as if to say, “You heard it in time too?”
She smiled and nodded.
Short-Ears looked around to see if there were any more rabbits who had escaped the digger, but there weren’t. He looked down sadly when he couldn’t find any others.
“Sad eh?” she noted of her newfound mate.
“Lucky we rabbits know how to make more, though!” he quipped, with a wink.
She blushed, for she knew that very shortly, she was going to be ‘in for trouble’.