Floating Grease Chronicles: Chapter of the Rabbit

Rabbits hover among the stars, but they never stop at the same spot. Back then, the rabbits were still carnivores, who hunted bisons on the coasts of the sea of stars. Back then, the rabbits didn't care for the moon, since they relied on changing stars to navigate. As the blazing rain washed over the whale's bones, on the ancient body grew a towering tree. Through such a tree the rabbits passed, travelling in a hurry, never looked up. No one knows if in the distant past, the rabbits had eaten the moon in the sky. They neither laugh nor care about sorrow, as they are just seasonal winds chasing the cosmos. And through the season of falling flowers, they slip past in a blink.