Once upon a time, in a large and plentiful forest, there lived two very different rabbits. The first, who had completely brown fur except for the black tips on her ears, was very quick to judge others based on their appearances.
The second, who was snow-white with light blue eyes, was blind, though most of the other animals never noticed because of her heightened sense of smell and hearing.
The two rabbits lived less than a meter away from each other in two quaint little cottages, but they did not talk to each other very much, mostly because the brown rabbit did not like to associate herself with a rabbit who had such unusually tinted fur.
Deeper into the forest lived a wily weasel. He much enjoyed the taste of fresh rabbit meat, but catching rabbits was a tricky undertaking. One day, while he was taking an afternoon stroll, he came across a woman’s bonnet and a most wonderful idea came to him. “I’ll disguise myself as a lady and lure the bunnies into my home!”, he thought as he chuckled to himself.
Less than thirty minutes later, he appeared in front of the brown rabbit. “Why, hello there!”, he greeted the rabbit. “What a beautiful day it is today, is it not? My dear lady, I was hoping you might want to join me for tea?” The brown rabbit was absolutely delighted. What a fine-looking lady and how nice of her to invite her into her home! She agreed to the offer at once.
Less than an hour later, the wily weasel materialized in front of the white rabbit. “Why, good afternoon my fine lady!”, the weasel cried. “I must say, it’s a fine afternoon to drink some tea. Would you like to join me at my humble abode?”
“Why, my dear stranger, how nice of you to offer!”, she replied. “My little cottage lies just over the next hill, why don’t you join me for tea there?” The weasel agreed; he was not about to give up another tasty snack. On the way, they made small talk.
“My friend, what is your favorite tea?”, the white rabbit asked. The weasel did not exactly know his teas, much less what herbivores ate. “Well, I do enjoy brown tea”, he replied, thinking of the brown rabbit now lying in his stomach.
“Hmm I’ve never heard of that kind”, answered the rabbit. She smelled rabbit blood in his breath and was beginning to feel uneasy. “Where, may I ask, do you live?”
“In the Eastern part of this forest, near the lake.”, he answered. The white rabbit stopped. That was where the weasels lived, she always stayed away from there. It was all making sense now: the smell of rabbit blood, this stranger’s interesting tea choices and the uneasy feeling that was growing inside of her.
Should she run? No, she would play along, she thought as she heard the weasel stop in front of her. “Is this your home?”, he asked? The white rabbit sniffed.
“Yes, step right inside”, she lied as she held open the door for him. As soon as she heard his back paws step foot on the floor, she slammed and locked the front door as fast as she could, then breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Graawwww!”, the weasel snarled with anger as he tried in vain to scratch the door open. The white rabbit was already almost out of sight, as she joyfully pranced away into the trees.
Moral: Look upon people as if you were blind.