Goshu the rabbit looked back in fear. He knew he was being followed. He feared for his life. Whoever was following him meant to kill him and eat him up. He bounded a few feet further before looking back again. His button-like nose quivered and his whitetail was one big puff. He came to a clearing and quickly scuttled across. He would be most exposed here. At last, he reached his burrow, and hurried inside. Aah! Now he was safe. His brothers and sisters crowded around him. “Where were you, Goshu? We were so worried. When did you get separated...