Jabberwocky (whatever that means)

Jabberwocky

Lewis Carrol   

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
and the mome raths outgrabe.

(first stanza)

  
 Yesterday, a friend gave us two rabbits, a buck and a doe, as a gift. We put them inside the barn in a cage. Today we put them in a fenced area, though it had some holes. About six hours later, my sister went to check on them. News reached us. One rabbit was dead. We hadn't even named it.
  Eventualy we pieced, together, enough information to theorize. One of the holes, we thought was to small for a rabbit to fit in, had a sort of hook pointing outward.  When it got out, no problem, but when it got in, the hook must have pierced the neck, so the rabbit  couldn't breath. This made sense  since we found the rabbit inside, but close to the hole.
  Storm (that's what my mom calls the rabbit now) was buried solemnly beside our first dead chick that we had buried long ago.