White Rabbit Black Rabbit.

We were born from the same mother's womb. We huddled together in our soft fur to survive the cold, and when spring returned, we shed our winter coats and basked in the warmth.

But one day, Mother died. We were left in a farm cage with our other siblings. However, the rabbit farm was the most isolated and neglected part of the livestock area.

To humans, we are pests that harm gardens and crops. Is that why they rarely visit? We never know when our food will arrive, when a fox or wolf might raid the farm to eat us, or when we might be snatched away for human experiments.

Not a single day was peaceful.

I want to live.