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January 4, 2002
While mowing the lawn I ran over five fluffy bunnies. The week-old, pure-white animals were nested under a pine tree. I never saw them until it was too late. They squealed in a high pitch that I didn’t know was possible. I was only a boy of eleven years old and ran upstairs to my room, crying.

I heard that same scream just before dawn.

Two wild animals were fighting for territory. It sounded like it was coming from outside my bedroom window. Or worse yet, from under the house. I checked there but couldn’t find any fur or blood.