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"Very strange," he mused wordlessly. He was only a rabbit; he knew not of what words were. But that did not render him unable to think and wonder as fervently as he did.            What lay before him was a pond with a circular shape so unnaturally perfect. It almost appeared as if humans had once tampered with it, as rumored by other rabbits. But it was generations ago, they say. There hadn't been a pond at all, most declared. It was once a valley, and in the center of it stood a shelter that would be described as a cross between a colossal ant hill and a human den. Short bright green blades of grass still grew from its round roof. Tamed ra