So I was at this hotel trying to get over my jet lag when I was awakened by a horrible noise. No, it wasn't one of the lonely, middle-aged men at the hotel having a breakdown. It was a screaming, feral cry coming from the woods. I listened and determined it was one of the large buck rabbits I had seen days earlier. It's mating season and the bucks pull back their ears, stand on their hind legs, and punch each other. The dams just watch. Well, one of these had met the fox I had seen creeping along earlier. I listened as the cries became more desperate, more wind-choked. Then it was silent. I suddenly could hear the little water feature the hotel has out back. I rode the bus to to town around noon and had another salad, this one with strips of seared beef and a huge, butter-infused potato underneath. You can get fat here on salad. I didn't see any rabbits that evening. The events of the night before had made everything scarce. It was time to split for sure. I paid my tab, picked up a bottle of rose from the hotel's cellar, and headed out to catch the last bus.