When You See the Insidious URL Rabbit

Avoid the urge to pursue!

I caught a glimpse of the URL Rabbit (UR) just outside my office window. Stepping outside, I watched him lazily lope off my lawn and start down the road. Curious about where the UR was going, I obediently followed.

Turning several corners, the UR began picking up the pace. Unknowingly, I was lulled from walking into a fast shuffle to keep sight of that little, bushy tail. Corner after corner, the UR speeding faster and faster, I broke into a light jog.

Another corner and I lost sight of the UR. Panicked, I sprinted ahead. Searching for any sign of my elusive prey. Coming to a crossroads, I stop and put my hands on my hips. Trying to catch my breath, a rustle of branches snaps my head around. The UR is standing there, nose twitching and sniffing the air. He looks directly at me then gives me a nod of encouragement to follow.

I’m not sure if it’s a nod of encouragement actually, it may just be a teasing gesture to encourage the chase. I can’t help myself and start walking toward the UR. The pull of the chase is too much. The UR smiles, really, he smiled at me and slowly began to hop down the path.

We begin the chase once again, this time breaking from a hope to an all-out sprint. And then…he launches straight up into the air. I slide to a stop and stand, mouth agape, the UR about 10’ off the ground. When the UR hits the peak of his launch, he pauses in mid-air, looks at me smugly, and then drops down and disappears into a large hole.

I stand flabbergasted. Where did the UR go? I cautiously approach the hole and peer over the edge. There is just enough room for me to drop straight down if I keep my arms either at my sides or straight above my head. I can hear the shuffling feet of the UR below. It sounds as if he is waiting for me.

Reaching for the sky, I step over the edge and into the hole. The rush of cool air swishes past my face. Little branches brush my sides and pieces of small rock and dirt race to…

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