On a moonlit hilltop far into the forest a creature and a rabbit lay on the dark, damp grass. While the rabbit is deep asleep, the creature lay in the astounding silence of nature. He cannot sleep. He keeps wondering and pondering, why must life be so hard for someone like me.

The creature feels large and misshapen, not fitting in with the rest of the world. So much larger than the rabbit, and yet so much more fragile. His friend, the rabbit, is full of vitality and doesn’t seem to mind or notice when the creature is unable to keep up.

The branches of the forest trees whip and lash out at him, when he tries to follow. And he doesn’t seem to fit wherever the rabbit does. The rabbit is his only friend, but also a very good one.

Yet, he feels awfully alone sometimes.

Time and time again, he even tries to explain his only friend how life feels to him, but he still comes up short, lacking the words to make the rabbit fully comprehend.

Life surely isn’t easy when you’re a huge ball of fur and emotions.