The sun's morning rays filtering through the trees massaged Jonah's cramped muscles to wakefulness. He sat up slowly, began to gather the shreds of the clothing he'd been wearing last night.
With a sigh, he looked about, trying to get an idea of where he might be.
Then he caught sight of a rabbit's remains only a few feet from the wall he had been curled against.
Overcoming the nausea and sense of defeat, he wondered idly what the time was. Eventually, he'd have to find his way back. Pretend this was a bad dream, and rejoin the human race.