The Deers

Damien's eyes flipped open. He was sitting on the couch. He sat up. He knew it was a dream, so his breathing pace was not laboured. He looked around. He was in the master bedroom.

"What is this dream?"

He got up and walked to pour himself a glass of wine. He gulped all at once.

"Eighteen female bunnies. A male bunny. Countless deers."

He started to pace, an empty wineglass in his hand.

"The female bunnies wanted their urges satisfied by the only male bunny in the forest?"

"A black female came out of nowhere and dominated the event. She wanted to get what she wanted. However, she wanted it. And she did have her way."

He sighed, trying to take in the thoughts and have them processed again.

"The other white female bunnies didn't fuzz about it. They could have fought the black bunny to stop even if she was in the act. There must be a reason."

"Then the deers. They came out of nowhere. Why, though? Why would they come out of nowhere? What was the point of attacking the bunnies? Could i
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