While I was interned in the
communist Bulgarian pre-school, our family left my pet hare, Rabbs, with friends for the months we were away. One day, he escaped and hopped under a car, and the family friends, as pacifists, didn't want to do anything remotely aggressive to chase him out from beneath. So, while these eggheads were trying to figure out the most karmically pure way to coax Rabbs to safety, their dog scurried under the car and killed him. I describe this as both a sad story about a boy and his hare and the perfect parable for pacifism.
