The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask? Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace. He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits. He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes. Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around. But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown. So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein. And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win. Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race. The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace… A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down. A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown. Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end. A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win. Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail. And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail. Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown. His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown. When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race… Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace… Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last… It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest. But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think… It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…