The Rain That Hammered Like Singing Rabbits

The Rain that Hammered like Singing Rabbits A Short Story by Jane Doe Roy Grey looked at the stripy map in his hands and felt ambivalent. He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved idyllic Sludgeside with its zany, zealous zoos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ambivalent. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Annabelle Cox. Annabelle was a brave ogre with hairy hands and handsome hands.