They were tired of the ridicule. They were
tired of the explotation.
To not look conspicuous in the beginning they
just gathered in small groups.
But their best brains had given them a number.
A population count that would assure their victory and they had reached it.
It was time to fight, it was time for war.
The hares, rabbits and bunnies armed
themselves and gathered. They were going to take over the world.
They gathered outside the edge of a small town
on the back forty of Mr. Wilsons farm.
They
attacked.
Where were you when the revolution started?
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