Somewhere out there in the wilderness there is a wolf, all alone, questioning the meaning of life.
A rabbit bounces past him, deep in thought, not noticing the wolf. The rabbit is thinking of the carrots at the farm nearby beyond the slightly broken wall with the rabbit sized hole. The rabbit sized hole is beckoning.
The wolf, noticing the rabbit, noticing how the rabbit ignores it, now wonders if it is indeed a wolf, or something else entirely.
After all a rabbit should be running away from a wolf, not bouncing past it.
The wolf concludes that it is no longer a wolf, but something else.
It decides to ask the rabbit for an opinion.
It clears its throat, and.. the rabbit runs away.
The wolf, dissappointed, concludes that it is indeed a wolf.
But perhaps, for a moment, it had a chance to be something else.