Mother is sleeping. She and the others are snuggled up in a warm bundle of white fluffy fur. bundled up so tight, there's no room for me. I don't mind though. I'm warm enough by my self.

There's white stuff, the color of my fur, falling from the sky outside. Mother told us of this. Snow. White powdery stuff falling from the sky. Its so beautiful, it sparkles in the soft light of morning. I want to touch it..... But I hold back, mother would never let us outside when its so cold.

I look back at them, mother and my siblings. No room for me in there bundle, no room in there lives for the runt.

I turn to the exit of our home. A small hole in the side of a hollow tree. I stick my nose out and sniff the crisp air. Its like its welcoming me, to come out, outside. Outside our den.... No, their den.

The soft white blanket of snow, covering the ground. It welcomes me, welcomes me into the unknown. I stick my head out a bit further, and.......

Without realizing, I jump from my den.

I land in the thick powdery substance. Snow. Its cold, but warm at the same time. I feel, tired. It takes much effort to lift my head. I see the snow falling, as i look up at the sky, coming from nowhere. The sky has abandoned its former blue color, and is now a pale gray.

Its so warm now.... I close my eyes for just a second. When I open them, the world is... different, somehow. A deer walks by. Its so small! Almost my size. She sees me, nods, and walks by.

I try to stand, but I fall back down. My fur is gone, replaced by this, this, this layer of new skin. It keeps me warm though. Or maybe I'm to cold to feel.

I look at my paws, but they are not there. They have become strangely misshapen. They are no longer paws, they have five long arms on each one.

My back paws are covers in another layer of skin, as well as the rest of me. Except my face and front paws.

I can't see the den anymore. Its gone. I don't know what to do. I crawl a bit, and see my face in the reflection of a frozen pile of snow.

I am not me.

There is a different creature looking back at me. One with only fur on the top of his head. But it has my ears. I scramble away, shocked that that THING was me.

I am lost. Hopelessly lost. Mother won't miss me, neither will my siblings. Except Rosa. Rosa,my sweet sister. She was the only one who loved me. Even mother didn't like me. I had red eyes. The color of evil, she would say. The color of the creature that stole our father.

I am white with red eyes. Rosa is my opposite. Black with blue eyes. She loved me, and still does. But I will never see her again. Ever. I am lost. I don't know where I am.

I call out, but know one hears me. Which is expected, because rabbits communicate telepathically. Only other rabbits can hear me, and there are nine for miles.

Alone.

I am alone. I feel drops of water, running down my cheeks. I start to make a sound. A strange wail of some sort.

I cry, and scream. I am overwhelmed in sadness. I will never again see mother or my siblings. And Rosa. My dear sweet Rosa.

Crack

I hear a sound. Behind a tree I see a shadowy figure. It realizes its been seen, and It comes towards me. It, no she, she comes up, and wraps a white piece  of skin around my neck. Its warm.

I look up, and see this figure is what I have just become. But she is female. And she is beautiful. Her eyes, oh her eyes. They are green like the forest leaves, and the Meadows grass. And the fur on her head is a golden brown, like the morning sunshine, shining down on a small tree. She wears a skin as white as the snow. And a string with a stone attached around her neck. A stone of the blue sky, of the sparkling spring waters.

She whispers a few words into my ear. "There there, everything is alright now." Her voice is, like the sweetest song the birds have sung. "Hush now, its alright. Come with me, young one, somewhere safe......"

My theory is that Rabbits communicate telepathically, on a wavelength humans have not yet discovered. And in my story, every few decades, a curious young rabbit becomes human. The rabbit is then guided by the spirit of the forest, its Guardian.