The bowl of Campbells' vegetable soup cools on the maple table. Ruddy windows of oil shimmer among the alphabet noodles spelling at awkward angles CUAG UFRGA. In other words, Mmm...Mmm...Good!

I fetch a stack mail slippery with holiday catalogs from the box by the road. Put on the Daniel Lanois album with naked Wynona threatening with the hunting knife on the front. Pour a big glass of milk that sweats down the sides.

Those cardinals are still hopping up and down on the birch limbs. It's almost like they're trying to get my attention. On the table next to my elbow, Medium Rabbit beams and flexes his paws. He smiles and pats my arm. I smile and pat his head. He smiles and pats my arm. I smile and pat his head. He smiles and pats my arm. I smile and pat his head. He smiles and pats my arm. I smile. My hand hovers mid-pat. I zoom in on his grinning mug.

MEDIUM RABBIT IS WEARING A SOUP MUSTACHE.