Long long ago, in a land further away than where the sun sets, a man was tilling his fields.

It had been a cold and long winter, and the ground had just thawed enough to be tilled.

The seeds he placed in the ground, along with his hopes for the future. His beloved wife was pregnant and soon a child would be born unto this world.

He wished for nothing more than the continuation of his daily life,

work hard, eat and sleep. 

A calm simple life.

Moons and suns passed, yet the seeds never sprouted. His faith wasted and his baby coming soon, the man entered the wilds in order to get meat for his family.

The wilds were a dangerous place, not fit for human souls. He carefully and as silently as he could, crept through the wilds searching for anything fit to be eaten. 

He heard a rustle past a bush and investigated the cause for the noise. 

In a clearing within the forest the man saw a bush, around this bush a rabbit was hopping as if in a rythm.

The thuds of the rabbit-paws hitting the ground made music, and before the eyes of the man berries grew from the bush. The rabbit leaped and ate the berries that grew, never once going out of rythm. And whenever the rabbit ate a berry the berry grew back.

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The man recognized the rabbit as a spirit of harvest.

He leapt out of his hiding and went to his knees begging the rabbit-spirit to bless his fields.

The rabbit-spirit was at first startled by the sudden appearance of the man. And the spirit was about to hop away when the man explained that he had a child that was about to be born. 

The man begged and pleaded the spirit.

- Please help my poor family, we have nothing to give you but I beg of you to bless my fields and help us.

The rabbit-spirit pitied the man for he knew that the man had to be desperate to turn to the spirits.

- I agree to help your family, on the condition that I get to harvest the 3 greatest yielding individuals.

The poor man happily agreed, for three plants had not the same value as the life of his wife and coming child.

It was dusk as the man with rabbit-spirit in tow, returned to the field where he had planted the seeds. His hope reignited, the man watched as the spirit danced, hopping and stomping throughout the field. the Rabbit-spirit danced until dawn before he parted ways with the man.

- I will return the last full moon, before the first speck of snow falls. I will harvest plant, seed and fruit.

The man thanked the spirit and blissfully went to sleep. 

On the first full-moon after the dance of the rabbit, a babies' cries were heard in the night. 

On the fourth full-moon after the dance of the rabbit, joy and laughter was heard in the night.

On the final full-moon after the dance of the rabbit, silence permeated the families' household. Only the silent sobs of a poor man could be made out of the otherwise silent night, even the insects were silent, sorrow drowning out all other sounds...