From the Burrow Hole

We peeked out of the hole, knocking loose the plug of ice and snow that sealed us within the warm embrace of our lord and terror, the Jackalope.  For so long we have been down here, with nothing to hear but his malign whispers.  We have clawed at the stony walls, desperate for freedom, but only here may we stay safe.  Only in his warm and terrifying presence can we protect ourselves from a world choked in ice and snow.  Even now, with our three sets of eyes that have seen too much, we can’t help but notice shadowy figures drifting across the white shroud that’s been draped across this broken land.

We know they come for us, and only our faith in His need for listeners keeps us from running.  So long as he has stories to whisper to us, we might be safe.

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