The Fur of Chaos
That weekend, Desmond decided to travel back to that nature trail and investigate the circumstances surrounding all of the numerous rabbit appearances - if he could find any. He decided to go the reverse path heading back to his missing friend's place.

As he headed through the city to the path, he thought he saw some immediate results. The rabbits were back - or, maybe, they had never left. He thought he saw what appeared to be more of them. He kept moving along the path to investigate further.

More rabbits became visible on and around the path. Then the place got thick with them. Some of them just seemed to stare plainly, munching on whatever invisible sustenance they had in their mouths. They looked as ragged and as mangy as ever. Good God, maybe its rabies...thought Desmond. He found himself fighting off a little fear. He looked for a dead branch, something convenient that he could maybe use as a deterrent or maybe even a weapon. He shortly spied a good size branch on the path. It had been denuded of all leaves and bark. It plainly looked as if it had been gnawed upon by some beast. He picked up the branch and tested the heft of it. It seemed big and heavy enough to drive away the most determined animal.

He kept walking. The path soon became thick with the little beasts. They were barely moving and he actually had to begin to start stepping around them, like they were oblivious to him. He started to poke at a couple of them with the branch. They hardly paid attention to his prodding. He even began to poke harder at them. They moved with some difficulty, sluggish with no desire or anxiety to move at all. There was something unnerving about them behavior that it got to Desmond.

Desmond decided he should have brought his digital camera or even a video recorder. He decided to go back home and pick up something with which he could make a visual record of this phenomena.

He turned around. He found himself confronted with even more rabbits. He thought he might report this to the county authority. And pushing aside more rabbits he continued his trek back to the parking structure. He thought he might look up his friend Morris when he got back home. He might need an extra hand to help him photograph or tape this.