"I don't know
what it is," I said. "I've never seen one before."
"It is also
the Hase, a lagomorph," Stefan said.
And I said to
myself, sure, it's a lagomorph, this is the Black Forest, isn't it, but down
below us that M�mmelmann was still moving as if he were accelerating around a
cyclotron, and that reminded me of something. It reminded me of a dog track,
and I realized what a M�mmelmann was. It was the biggest, the fastest damned
rabbit in the world, and no dog alive could have caught it.
rabbit," I said.
"That is what
you call it?" Stefan said.
"It might be a
rabbit," I said, "but maybe it's a hare."
And that was what
it was, a hare. I had never seen one, but I'd read about them, and old slow and
steady would have needed a light-year's head start if he was ever going to take
that hare on any finite racecourse in this universe.
Nobody ever did
get the hare. It just kept going around and around and then finally took off up
and over a hill and everybody gave up.
After the hare, we
stood for a long time watching Riehle point at a bird here and a bird there. I
didn't keep count, but there were plenty. Finally Riehle reached in his pocket
and took out a shell, pushed it into his shotgun, held it straight up in the
air and fired.
finished," Stefan said.