Once, a rabbit and a hare decided to fry some potatoes. The rabbit peeled the potatoes, washed them, let them dry, poured oil into the pan, and tossed the potatoes into the hot oil, stirring from time to time. Meanwhile, the hare got out cucumbers, tomatoes, and greens, and chopped up an incredible salad. The whole apartment smelled of dill. They sliced fresh bread, popped open a jar of compote, and destroyed the whole spread. Afterward, they lay down in front of the TV and dozed off.
One evening they were sitting without electricity, so they lit the gas on the kitchen stove and turned on a kerosene lamp. The rabbit loved the smell of the fuel; the hare couldn’t stand it. They listened to a song about a man who will never read the words of a woman he does not love, and who will never see the clouds of bitter tears between the lines. Outside the window, the faces passing by were painted in Yves Klein blue.
You expect the rabbit and the hare would buy heroin. But I won't write that, because that is banal. Instead, the hare started shedding. It began on a Tuesday. The hare was just sitting on the couch, vibrating with unexpressed anxiety, when clumps of fur simply started falling out, settling quietly onto the laminate flooring.
The rabbit and the hare decided to do laundry. To do laundry decided the rabbit and the hare. Gathered they from the floor the clothes. Machine into the clothes put they. Pour the powder. Pour the pour the powder. Stared they at the washing machine. The washing machine washing washing washing. Spun the water the clothes spun the water spun. The wet was clothes but the clean was nothing.
They wiped the cold grease from their chins with a paper towel. The rabbit burned the roof of his mouth on the boiling cheese and didn't blink. The hare cut the circle into eight perfectly violent slices. The cheese melted and blistered under the red-hot broiler. The heavy oven door slammed shut. The hare smeared the crushed tomatoes with the back of a cold metal spoon. The rabbit stretched the pale dough over the baking sheet until it almost tore. They decided to bake a pizza.
