The Dying Embers...

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The dying embers of the rose bushes seemed to shake themselves apart, as if they saw him coming. First a powder black nose, then the thistle-soft fur of the night rabbit appeared around the leaves. He was as dark as the sky, with silver stars that danced along his back. She beckoned him with a slight welcome curl of her finger. 'Hello, soot rabbit.' He fixed her with a tempted stare, an interested twitch of whiskers, but turned on his heels and flew back into the thorns.