But this period of calm soon ended when Queen Isabelle reasserted her dominance over the shared Rabbit/Isabelle domain. She sat upon her golden throne and refused to give Rabbit rations.
Rabbit shook and rattled his cage.
He tried to figure out how to unlatch the lock of his home,
which once felt so warm and cozy but now was no more than a cold and dank jail.
He licked the bars that jailed him...
...He tried squeezing through them...
....and then he finally escaped!
SAD GOODBYE AND A TICKET TO RIDE
Rabbit, freed, said nothing.
Just gave W a glance...
just gave W a very sad, sad backward glance...
as he hoisted himself from the seat of his pants.
He said that living with Isabelle,
Was bringing him down.
He would never be free
With Isabelle around.
He's got a ticket to ride,
He's got a ticket to ri-hi-ide,
He's got a ticket to ride,
But Isabelle don't care.
SOME THINGS ARE NOT AS THEY SEEM
But Isabelle DID care! No one knew that the Queen Isabelle with her Golden Throne did in fact have a special place in her heart for Mr. Rabbit. She was aghast with Rabbit's disappearance. She couldnt find the will to lift herself from her emerald, feathered-down sleeping pad. She refused to allow herself any rations.
She even threatened to take leave of this place with a traveling group of couchsurfers who happened to be passing through during this querulous time.
HE HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE
Albeit difficult living with Isabelle and her dithering ways, the streets were no fairy-tail. There were no wide open pastures filled with dandelion greens and no alcoves to take shelter in. Upon a cool breeze that reminded Rabbit of home, Challah bread baking and vegan peanut-butter-oatmeal cookies being rolled out, Rabbit caught news of Isabelle's descent into near madness at Rabbit's absence. He quickly re-considered his escape and caught the first train back home.
GETTING ALONG
And so Isabelle and Rabbit were united once again.
And Queen Isabelle, with her Golden Throne, was content.....
