Long Horned Giraffabbit

The Long Horned Giraffabbit

A little bit longer than three dozen thousand years ago, there lived a tallish, smallish creature called the Long Horned Giraffabbit. It thrived in the steamy plain that would one day be called Kemet (then later, Egypt, because when you get to be that old, you can apply to change your identity (either that, or after living there for so long they just forgot the old name for a while))

The Long Horned Giraffabbit was a root eater. It spent most of its day lazing in the grassline, in the shadow of the slowly growing pile of sand. When hungry, it would use its extra lengthy tines to burrow ever-deeper towards the newest of root shoots.

But, the land was changing. So much so, that even the mighty river had decided to move east. The Long Horned Girraffabbit, never seeing much need for urgency (and having absolutely no notion of the Theory of Global Warming) decided that no news was good news and resolutely stayed put.

Eventually, however, the valves for the steam became tightly shut. The air grew hot and crisp, and the grasses sank beneath the sand.

The Long Horned Giraffabbit, starving and panicked, just kept digging and digging. Before long, sand was creeping into every nook and cranny of their burrows. In time, the Long Horned Giraffabbit failed to surface and was never seen again.

Did their homes become their tombs, turning them into natural mummies nested beneath our feet? Maybe not! Some believe the Long Horned Giraffabbit may have had the ability to hibernate (like bears and frogs), using stored up fats in their horns to survive the long arid seasons.