Hares Breath Open window, shredded curtains. Simon moves to stand, but a stench interrupts him. From under his pillow comes Randolph, his rabbit companion, drunk again. The closet door mirror reveals a shattered bottle next to his bed, waiting to gut his feet. Randolphs rancid pant has, again, saved Simons dancing career. garblesnix These are such a joy to do. Or as my Mother was fond of saying: From the smallest acorn comes useful furniture.