We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The road from Fairbanks to Poker Flats was paved with arctic hares. Or at least it was the first winter I was there. Not every state can afford a road paved with fur ;)
I recall seeing a movie with the arctic hare in Kindergarten. I remember it because I was so impressed with the change in hair color to match the change in season.
"The arctic hare looks a lot different from the rabbits and hares that you see anywhere outside of the Arctic. In the summertime the arctic hare is brown with black flecks. This helps to camouflage it during the growing season. When the weather starts to change the arctic hare starts to change too. So that during the winter its coat is completely white. This change helps to protect it during the winter."
There's a breed of house rabbit that's similar in appearance to that hare, with all white fur and black "eye liner". It's called a hotote. My wife had a male hotate for a dozen years. He was the gentlest little creature, quite handsome, with a wonderful disposition. When he was younger, he was a superb athlete, able to jump onto high chairs with no difficulty at all. We loved to watch him race around the house and then suddenly leap into the air, doing a graceful 180 (it's called a binky).