Rabbit of the Dead

A shroud of fog covered the land this morning, and I went for a pleasant stroll through the cemetary. While I wandered, I came across this fine fellow, a quick little rabbit darting from headstone to headstone.

All was well.

Well, I finished the final Harry Potter book. It was really good. If I wasn't emotionally crippled, I might have even cried at the end. I do hope that someday in the future J.K. Rowling decides to write another story set in the HP universe.