The Regular Rabbit
Randolph was a regular rabbit. He was thoroughly regular in every way, with no unusual qualities whatsoever. It followed, therefore, that he had an exceedingly dull personality.
The other rabbits frequently asked Randolph why he was so dull. Randolph could only reply, "I suppose it's because I'm so regular," which was the dull truth.
When the other rabbits started to be overtaken by a stupor of boredom and fell asleep whenever they were near Randolph, he knew that it was time to take strong action. His dullness clearly had become a serious problem.
Randolph thought it over carefully, and he concluded that he probably would be better off as something other than a rabbit. He decided that he would try to be a carrot instead. Randolph had always liked carrots. He figured that while his unremitting regularity caused him to be a dull rabbit, he might be an interesting carrot.
It was not an easy thing for Randolph to do, but he was completely determined in his intention to make a change, and through a dogged application of mental force, he succeeded in transforming himself into a carrot. He was hopeful that his personality would now be less dull.
However, Randolph soon discovered that he was every bit as dull as a carrot as he had been as a rabbit. He also discovered that the other rabbits were looking at him hungrily, as if they were thinking of making a meal of him. He began to feel decidedly uneasy.
Randolph quickly tried to transform himself back into a rabbit, but his reverse application of mental force did not entirely succeed. He only was able to change back halfway. He now was partly a rabbit and partly a carrot.
Although Randolph was unhappy with his irregular condition, it seemed that he was no longer dull. The other rabbits suddenly became greatly interested in him. Everyone who saw him, including those who were not rabbits, wanted to be his friend. He was asked to appear on television, and a publisher wanted him to write his memoirs.
Randolph was extremely famous, but he derived no happiness from his fame. He found that being a celebrity did not suit him at all. He had lost his privacy, and he feared that in time, he would also lose his sanity. He knew that he was famous only because he was perceived to be a freak, not because of any inner worth that he possessed.
Randolph knew what he had to do. He desperately summoned the whole of his mental reserves, and finally succeeded in completing the backward transformation that had failed before. He became a regular rabbit again. He had learned that being famous for the wrong reason was even worse than being dull.
He had only one regret. Although his experience of sudden fame had turned out to be generally unpleasant, he actually had quite enjoyed being an object of interest to pretty girls, particularly the ones who shamelessly made goo-goo eyes at him.
The other rabbits frequently asked Randolph why he was so dull. Randolph could only reply, "I suppose it's because I'm so regular," which was the dull truth.
When the other rabbits started to be overtaken by a stupor of boredom and fell asleep whenever they were near Randolph, he knew that it was time to take strong action. His dullness clearly had become a serious problem.
Randolph thought it over carefully, and he concluded that he probably would be better off as something other than a rabbit. He decided that he would try to be a carrot instead. Randolph had always liked carrots. He figured that while his unremitting regularity caused him to be a dull rabbit, he might be an interesting carrot.
It was not an easy thing for Randolph to do, but he was completely determined in his intention to make a change, and through a dogged application of mental force, he succeeded in transforming himself into a carrot. He was hopeful that his personality would now be less dull.
However, Randolph soon discovered that he was every bit as dull as a carrot as he had been as a rabbit. He also discovered that the other rabbits were looking at him hungrily, as if they were thinking of making a meal of him. He began to feel decidedly uneasy.
Randolph quickly tried to transform himself back into a rabbit, but his reverse application of mental force did not entirely succeed. He only was able to change back halfway. He now was partly a rabbit and partly a carrot.
Although Randolph was unhappy with his irregular condition, it seemed that he was no longer dull. The other rabbits suddenly became greatly interested in him. Everyone who saw him, including those who were not rabbits, wanted to be his friend. He was asked to appear on television, and a publisher wanted him to write his memoirs.
Randolph was extremely famous, but he derived no happiness from his fame. He found that being a celebrity did not suit him at all. He had lost his privacy, and he feared that in time, he would also lose his sanity. He knew that he was famous only because he was perceived to be a freak, not because of any inner worth that he possessed.
Randolph knew what he had to do. He desperately summoned the whole of his mental reserves, and finally succeeded in completing the backward transformation that had failed before. He became a regular rabbit again. He had learned that being famous for the wrong reason was even worse than being dull.
He had only one regret. Although his experience of sudden fame had turned out to be generally unpleasant, he actually had quite enjoyed being an object of interest to pretty girls, particularly the ones who shamelessly made goo-goo eyes at him.