A long day was winding down into a quiet evening as I settled into the easy chair on the porch last week. The sun soon slipped below the horizon, deepening the gathering dusk, and I rose from the chair and started to walk inside. A quick motion at the far edge of the yard caught my eye and I stopped. I looked again into the night, straining to see the shape that slowly separated itself from the other shadows and lurched toward me. Materializing out of the gloom was an enormous rabbit. Standing upright on ski-length hind paws, he towered well over six feet. His fur was grizzled, and he was scarred from many a tear from tooth and claw. He looked like heâd taken a few lessons, but given a lot more. His full red eyes glowed like portholes in a furnace.