By Julie Denice Griffin
The prince of a thousand other things knew of the part where they were all wounded, and even he Fiver once beaten down and seemed as if the distant northwestern enemies had wrought the full cauldron of evil and overcome them all. And then the enemy trouping up with the south, as if the Kingsclere drama seemed not quite bad enough drove the small and very innocent midlands group who wished to join no army whatsoever, of the surviving group away. Or so it seemed at first. "But not so fast," said the humblest and yet Bigwig, the more leader of the bunnie rabbit clan, on permanent a.w.o.l. from the prior and very evil Owsla army by choice. A very good choice indeed, he decides to take on the older army and fight for those less able to stop those distant bullies at large. A bigelig of a hare, he handsome, whole and wholesome thought of his condition at the term or level of the allegorical. And he went on and did his duty to finally defeat this evil entity for once and for all and he did.
A 1978 film of lethargic animation, a delightful adult fairytale based upon the classic novel of same by Richard Adams and not necessarily for children, but perhaps for the at heart young enough to understand wanting the establishment of a new society unstunted. The language of the bunnie rabbit here based also upon another language of mythology, poetry and proverbs and other lessons, still going through the process, all of the living bunnies who some force unknown protected from gunshot, horror, and death and near murder and other wounds of an even greater cover up of course prayed for without so much resistance to the norm of the hubub, really did think that at times and perhaps and for a time that is now and not another time to take actions long since delayed by a more faultier grace.
"The black rabbit serves Lord Frith. But he does not more than his appointed task." The other bunnie community here complains and rightful so as this god of the sun does nothing. And then there is the General Woundwart, who Bigwig wants to destroy. Woundwart, the creator of all hell and all hurt and harm of the tiny bunnie group who defenseless, the other groups working in cohort with them also carelessly scattered and did not care at all. The shooters spare no quarters. So the irony of the group who should have supported the defenseless, only to group up with the liars and not the squires, such rifles, or rifes a certain scalawag who finally stands up to them all for just one, he a lone hare so hard to unadmire.
"Bright eyes burning like fire." The just an unjust criminal, of the these the motiff clearly demonstrated that bunnies who speak do more than only dream. A more symbiotic situation happens with the bunnie character of Hazel, and although the head is burning with such great rejection, these continue to seek and even later at the request of the good bird for a good mate. And while so much violence besets the male bunnies, they know as well as God that it is time for this, and even beyond such bequests as one bunny once thought.
The other council were merciful for the other counsel thought of past crucibles. And yet things like scarlet red letters, should not really apply ever let alone at all, and even though so rather uncategorial to the bunnie story, it would of course be preferred that others kept things in mind such as the times they had relationships with others as well and things did not exactly or quite go as planned, and this was expressed as much as a particular meaning of the main plot, not to be confused with the offsetting film borders of the technique of the whole entire film setting or panorama, which although as seemingly in hiding, would not even these have to appear and show themselves as friendly sooner or later, the small group of midlands bunnies would want to know.
All verbatos aside, a small bunnie who although full of great aspiration and even greater heart hope did so want to avoid the evil of the advancing bunnie armies whose hearts filled only with what the book and both the film expressed as the death instinct and then the wasping off of the latter souls, or the whosoever they could trick or fool or contain. Of course, the small bunnie did not need to force anyone to a certain point of view. The option clear, the one calm truth ever sufficed and although would not ever offset the trauma of the greater literary tragedy ever lived. "But there is no bargain. What is, is what must be."