No Rabbit Will Be Eaten Today by Rick Haynes This tale was published in the June issue - 2019 - of The Chania Post. I looked out from my burrow. The scent of fresh greenery wafted into my nostrils and I salivated. Yet, another stronger scent arrived and automatically I stepped back. Not again. Why are humans so smelly? My faeces are small, harden quickly, and leave barely a trace of my scent. Human muck attracts loads of flies in summer and really stinks. I lifted my head up.
TUESDAY TALES I never knew moving was so stressful these days, but hey-ho that's life. Thank you so much for your support. Your messages, comments and suggestions have helped enormously. Do keep them coming. Tuesday Tales will return tomorrow, initially fortnightly, and then I'll see how it goes. I'm happy to post any tales, poems and non-fiction you may wish to submit, subject to content. But I'm sure you all know what is acceptable and what isn't. Please let me know your pr