It was a lovely day, the skies were a beautiful blue, the birds were chirping and the air was brisk with morning spring air. And by all means, it should be a good day, it should be a wonderful day.
And Automat believed it was, at first.
Until he had strolled out to tend to his garden of vegetables that were tolerant enough for the beginning of spring, including lettuce; he had believed that the garden was safe from rabbits that often same hopping around, sniffing for vegetables, to reap the rewards of something that they didn't even work for. Of course, Automat knew that rabbits didn't think like them, however, they were pests who often enjoyed digging in his garden, and he had assumed that this year he had protected his garden enough from that vermin, with a fence around it, and wire that covered the bottom, so that they wouldn't get any ideas.
But when he arrived, to see his barely alive sproutlings chewed to pieces, and his fence dug at, broken into and the labor of the work he