The wet, cool air bit against Linus' bared cheeks as he sat outside the house, simply watching as the sleepy citizens walk by the snowy awing in front of the house over the top of his book. Linus sat calmly on a bright red bench, leaning back comfortably with his book held loosely in one hand with the other tucked in his pocket, occasionally withdrawing to turn a page.

	Sighing with boredom, Linus slowly presses a Lord of the Rings bookmark between the pages and closes the book. [i]I never expected things to be this... droll.[/i] Setting his book to the side the man stands and stretches with his hands pressed flat against his back. He then looks around, noticing a small white hare next to the bench. Linus grins, crouching down to the hare's level and inching closer as delicately as possible. Opening his mouth, Linus' soft tenor fills the air.

	"H-h-h-hello, lit-little rabbit." The hare's ears twitch towards the sound and a slight motion of the neck brings a beady black eye to peer at Linus. Linus take a step closer, within an arm's length of the rabbit, as he once again speaks "H-h-hey, b-buddy." 

	As Linus takes one more step, the hare quickly dashes towards the nearby road that hums with traffic. Linus yelps and sprints towards the rabbit as quickly as his spindly legs can carry him. The hare quickly maneuvers to the right and Linus jumps towards it, sliding across the snow with his hands splayed in front of his speeding body. Feverish hands clasp the furry rabbit just as the hare hits the road. Linus closes his eyes as he crosses the sidewalk into the street. Unable to find a purchase on the road, Linus continues sliding across the street, narrowly missing a bright red car as it swerves by, and from its driver a loud "SON OF A BITCH" splits the morning air as the car rights itself and continues going towards its original direction.

	Reaching the end of the road, Linus then curls into a tight ball around the rabbit in a tight, protective ball. [i]Jesus, why do I always get myself into this stuff.[/i] Linus unfolds, splayed like a starfish, laying on his back with the rabbit on his chest. The rabbit vicious leaps away into the nearby woods, hopping off of Linus' head as it does so. 

	Resting for a moment, Linus groans as he lifts himself up. [i]It might be better to walk across the street this time...[/i] Limping across the street stiffly, uninjured except for some small scratches, Linus reaches the front door of the house. His hand gropes for the handle, missing it slightly by a few millimeters. His hand corrects, raising, before opening the door. 

	[i]Am I really so woozy that I missed the doorknob?[/i]