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Clover has found a gap in the fence. The garden on the other side is huge — carrots, lettuce, and no sign of the farmer. They squeeze through. The sun is warm. The first bite of carrot is perfect. Then they hear the creak of a door.

Clover freezes. A pair of boots appears at the edge of the garden. The farmer is carrying something. It is not a rake. It is a cage. And the farmer is smiling.

Clover has been challenged to a race by the tortoise. Again. Last time was a fluke — or so everyone says. This time the course is through the woods, over the stream, and back to the old oak. Clover is faster. They know they are faster. The tortoise nods and says, 'Same rules. First to the oak.'

The race begins. Clover leaps ahead. Halfway through the woods they see a sign they have never seen before. It says 'Shortcut.' The tortoise is nowhere in sight. Clover takes the shortcut. The path leads somewhere that is not the oak.

A storm has driven a stranger to Clover's burrow — a fox, wet and shivering. Clover has been taught never to let a fox in. But the fox is alone, and the storm is getting worse. Clover opens the door. The fox steps inside. They sit in silence. The fox says, 'I'm not here for you. I'm running from something worse.'

Clover asks what. The fox looks at the entrance. The storm has stopped. In the sudden quiet they hear a howl. The fox's ears flatten. 'That. I'm running from that.'

Clover's neighbor has grown carrots that glow at night. Nobody believes it until Clover sees them — soft orange light in the dark. They sneak over one night and take one. Just one. They bite into it. The world shifts. For one minute they can understand every animal in the meadow. The owl, the mouse, the beetle. They all have one message: 'Leave before the moon sets.'

Clover runs home. The moon is already touching the horizon. They look back at the neighbor's garden. The carrots have stopped glowing. In their place is a single figure, standing where the carrots were. It has long ears. It is not a rabbit.

Clover is at the adoption fair. So are a dozen other rabbits. A child walks down the row, stopping at each cage. They pause in front of Clover. They have kind eyes. They ask their parent if they can take this one home. The parent says yes. Clover's heart leaps. Then another family approaches — and the child's expression changes. They point at the other rabbit. 'That one. I want that one.'

Clover watches them leave. The fair is closing. A worker walks past and stops. They look at Clover. They look at the empty carrier in their hand. They say, 'You're coming with me. Someone else has been asking for you.'