The Form 27-B

There aren't many rabbits who know how to fill out such a form, but all it takes is one.

Barnaby adjusted his spectacles with a trembling paw. Before him lay the vast expanse of the Human City, a grid of concrete and noise. In his satchel was the crumpled, dirt-stained Form 27-B: "Petition for Preservation of Green Spaces." The bulldozers were scheduled for tomorrow morning.

He stood at the edge of the manicured lawn of City Hall. The entrance was guarded by automatic sliding doors and a very bored security guard. To the left, a rusty grate led into the ventilation system.

"For the warren," he whispered.