[ WP ] A magician and the rabbit that he pulls out of a hat are on stage , the rabbit is sick of playing second fiddle .

The bags were clear under his eyes, remnants of an act repeated thousands of times over the years. What was once his passion, is now his poison. He ca n't help but remember a more prosperous time for magic, a time where google did not have an answer for every trick. A magician never reveals his secrets, or so the oath went. Too bad the internet never swore any oath. 
 
 The rabbit, now twelve years old, with white fur turning gray and pink eyes turning black, knows the confinement of that dark hat too well; The magician's sweat polluting the little sense of smell that the rabbit has left. It's not like the rabbit planned to play his part differently this time, but like for any slave, there is always a breaking point. The rabbit hides under the trap door below the hat, the rabbit remains silent, the rabbit contorts its body, the rabbit does all the work, and the rabbit gets none of the credit. 
 
 `` Voila'' 
 
 The rabbit is pulled by the neck out of the chamber, dangled in front of the underwhelmed crowd like an inanimate stuffed animal. This time would be different. In an instant, the rabbit jumps out of the tight grasp of the magician, on to the lever. The magician falls through the trap door that is to be used for a different trick, leaving the rabbit alone on stage for the first time in a decade. The crowd claps at the new take on an old trick; not only did a rabbit appear, but a magician disappeared. Right then, the rabbit hopped back into the dark hat, the only home it has ever known.
