Rabbitson Cruso's Questionnaire

"I live in a park in a place called NYC. Why there? Because even in the heart of the rotten human kingdom, there are cracks they forget to watch. In the roots and pipes beneath their feets unseenby the People, I can listen and plan my revenge on Humankind.

My home is a hidden burrow lined with all kinds of scraps of cloth, Branches, Feathers and paper I’ve stolen from their world. It smells of wet leaves, rust, and secrets. Above, the city rattles and roars but down here, it’s quiet enough for a rabbit to dream… and remember why I hate them."

"The question was never 'what is God compared to man' but 'What are Man compared to Animals""

"Money? I don’t know what it 'means'. Folk hoard shiny circles and crumpled scraps, guarding them like burrows. To me, they’re just cold things that smell of sweat and fear.

 But I take them all the same. Not to own, not to tradejust to see the look on their faces when they reach for what isn’t there. I bury the coins under roots, drop them down wells, scatter them where no hand can reclaim them. It’s not the gold I want; it’s the sting of the loss.

They mishandled me, caged me, thought me nothing but a soft thing to hurt. Now I dance out of reach, and what they treasure most vanishes like a breath in winter. I may not know what these shiny things 'buy' but I know how it feels to take them away."

“What I want? To tear down the world that caged me piece by piece. To watch mankind crumble like the rotten bones they are, crushed beneath a tide they never saw coming.

I’ll claw, steal, fight,Destroy and kill if I have to. Death doesn’t scare me it’s just another chain to break. I’m willing to dance on the edge of the grave if it means toppling the cruel hands that once held me down.

This world belongs to no one but the strong, and I’ll be the storm that drags it into ruin. I am the darkness that covers there sky, I don’t want mercy I want conquest, and the fall of mankind beneath my feet.”

"In religion and in Science creation always favored the Animals"

“The worst day of my life wasn’t just one moment it was every bruised paw and shattered trust piled up. But if I had to pick, it was the day they first locked me away, stripped me of everything I was, and made me into a prize to be broken.

That cage wasn’t just metal and wood it was a prison for my spirit. It taught me to hide, to run, to dance just out of reach. It cracked something deep inside me, but it also sparked a fire—a fierce, unyielding will not just to survive, but to take back what they stole.

Since then, I’m not just a rabbit anymore I’m a shadow with teeth, a dancer in the dark who knows pain better than most. That day changed me from prey into a storm"

"No one. That’s the honest answer. I’ve had no one since before I even knew what company meant. The hands that held me weren’t kind they were cages in flesh, bruises wrapped in lies. I learned quick not to trust, not to reach out, because every time I did, it ended in pain, in silence, or in betrayal.

There’s no family waiting for me probably already got eaten or sold by those Humans, no friend to watch my back, no one who cares beyond what they can take. Just me, and maybe that voice inside that nags and whispers when the dark gets too loud. But that voice isn’t a person it’s a stubborn ghost, a reminder that I’m still breathing even when the world tries to break me.

So, yeah, there is no one. And maybe that’s how it has to be alone, sharp, and always ready to strike back."