The Chase in the Shadows

From Joyful Freedom to the Edge of Peril

Let’s SinC(n)

Structure - The Rabbit and The Dog

A Night of Fate

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Biddy and the Moon

They moved in slow—one hop at a time—as the clock ticked toward the hour of fun to begin. The darkness invited both mischief and mystery. Normally, nights like these belonged to a lively trio of brothers, but tonight, Biddy was alone as the 2 brothers stood outside the fence. With youthful speed—the fastest among them—and a confidence born of countless escapes, Biddy stepped into the backyard, heart filled with enough excitement for the trio. A gleam in his eyes promised of adventure and the thrill of unknown risks.

Biddy—young, very swift, brave and fearless—trusted in this burst of freedom that the night had just approved. “We are night gods!” the brothers always said. In the backyard’s dim glow, every scratch or flicker wasn’t a big deal, as these sounds of movement was a promise of fun. That moment when you’ve already accepted the dopamine rush while swimming in the anxiousness to start. That was Biddy’s feeling while an unseen eye fixed its gaze upon him… with a low, menacing growl. Unaware, Biddy pressed on, anticipating a night of boundless joy.

As Biddy exploration continued in darkness, the only color that could been seen in the backyard was black. An unseen silhouette presence emerged—it was Moon. A dog. Moon lived for these moments, he had several practiced nights and his relentlessness improved with sharpness and accuracy of the chase. With a “I can” attitude, he approached with plotted moves down to the second, executed swiftly & suddenly he leaped into the scene.

We see barriers on all sides that provides an illusion that keeps our minds disciplined to known possibilities, how then, do we find an escape to new ones? This was the notion that swirled along with torrents of follow-up questions in Biddy’s head. With only fences as potential escape routes and the backyard behind sealed off, Biddy’s task felt so helpless. His calculation to turn around to fit back through the little hole he squeezed in was dismissed. His focus remained on the first objective: outrun the predator and find a safe haven.

The event had began, with a dark overshadows appearing all at once in Biddy’s vision—oh those glowing evil eyes. The hot breaths & heavy sounds of growls of Moon’s clouded, Biddy’s space. Just like the first move of a running back in the NFL, Biddy juk and took off with lightening speed. The trees had shifted in the night’s wind, giving the brothers a peak into Biddy’s predicament.

Biddy darted in swift,

zigzagging arcs—a left,

a right,

a left again—mirroring the nimble maneuvers of creatures from the rabbit kingdom in a flashy style. “See, I told him we should of gone in together” said one of the brothers as they watched in terror. As Biddy zoomed aimlessly across the yard, he made an overreaching misstep—a slight error in a practiced rabbit known pattern—allowed the Moon to close in.

In a heartbeat, Moon’s teeth found purchase on Biddy’s neck,

then the terrifying screams rang out:

“I'm caught. I'm caught. I'm caught.”

“oh shit!!!” cried one of the brothers.

As the night trembled with chaos, the brother looked at each others in silence with a stare that meant “we are in deep do do now.” Moon’s owner, alerted by the piercing cries, rushed in. A quick command to Moon… “Release!, Got to bed!” Moon bowed her head down, scurrying away proudly—her first catch. Biddy no stalled, glance an opening in the fence, thinking “I know I can do it… I can get out of here”. The owner performed a quick careful inspection of Biddy, results of a deep gash in his neck.

Even when we’re hurt—carrying trauma and pain—we must still move forward, especially when the solution is obvious. That was the sentiment preached by the trio—now put to the test—as Biddy is given his freedom by the owner. So relieved, he crawled away mingled with humility and his injuries.

In that moment of vulnerability, Biddy’s realized he was relied on this confidence too much and not his brothers.

while independence and speed can carry you far, sometimes the bravest act is to acknowledge for growth is working together—listening, leaning on others—can be the ultimate escape from fate.

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Spotlight: Keila (KJ) Aartila

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"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." — Helen Keller