Red lay back. The grass rustled under and around her, and off wherever else the wind moved it.
The sun was setting and the night-time animals were due to come out. Dinner was over, so she wouldn't be missed for hours. Something moved in the distance, over the hill that the rabbits lived under.
Even small spiritual awakenings could change a person, and Red hoped that she could make him experience one.
After all, the garden couldn't take much more rabbit-digging.