A native of scrub deserts and chapparal, the dragglerabbit is a lanky, neurotic, twitchy-footed creature, loosely related to jackrabbits (although neither are particularly enthusiastic about claiming the relationship.) Hunted nearly to extinction for their snazzy aviator goggles, surviving dragglerabbits are wary to the point of paranoia, and will move in the middle of the night without telling anyone, approximately once a week, to throw off pursuit. Even something as innocent as junk mail addressed to "Occupant" can send the dragglerabbit running for the hills until the heat is off.
They graze primarily on the fleshy pads of the prickly pear cactus, which they don't enjoy, but which they don't think anybody is likely to poison. During the breeding season, like March hares, dragglerabbits become insanely bold, which for them means staying for several days in the same burrow and not checking the other rabbits for alien implants. Courtship involves spinning elaborate conspiracy theories, with which to impress the opposite sex--those integrating the Rosicruicians, beef hormones, and the Trilateral Commission are especially prized. After a few weeks, however, natural patterns re-exert themselves, and the dragglerabbits seperate before their partners can sell them out to the enemy.
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