Not Yet

"Oh no. What"

"Are you"

"Doing here?" Asked the three rabbits, as they hopped into a protective line in front of Death. The three of them were moving constantly, like slippery balls of fur sliding over each other. Death had tried to count their ears a few times, to make sure there were in fact only three rabbits. It gave him headaches.

"Nothing professional, I assure you." He intoned, the cold rumble of his voice doing little to calm the nerves of the three.

They continued to slip and slide and hop over each other nervously, eyeballing the bulky skeletal form of Death suspiciously. He rested his colossal scythe against the wall, and leaned his frame up next to it, shrugging innocently.

The rabbits spread out a little, one of them splitting its attention back to the task at hand.

The light of the hospital delivery room was a little glaring, and a little sterile, but it was of little interest to anyone in the room.  More important things were happening at that very moment.

The three rabbits broke their protective formation and got back to work. They flowed over the woman like a river of fluff and attention, whispering encouragements and advice, pressing ever so gently here and there, nudging and moving. All this, unseen in the slightest by anyone in the room.

Anyone save Death of course.

And he did also notice that at all times, one herbivorous eye was fixed on him. Trading owners with frequency to be sure, but the three were clearly somewhat suspicious.

But distracted as they were, they were the best at what they do. And before long, a doctor was holding up a healthy newborn infant, and presenting it to a very happy, very exhausted mother, proclaiming it a girl.

The rabbits slipped down and slid across the floor, sliding and hopping all over each other almost faster than the eye could follow. They came to a relative stop at Death's feet.

"You can't"

"Have her"

"Yet." They stated, matter of factly.

Death smiled, which he was prone to do more so than people realized. Not even the rabbits could tell.

He turned his gaze from the three to the newborn child, and gazed with wonder and joy.

"No, not yet." He replied gladly. This gave the rabbits pause, and in that second Death was almost certain there were only three ears between them.

"Then why"

"Did you"

"Come?" They asked, hopping and slipping and sliding again.

Death waited for a time, enjoying watching the new life surrounded by love. Eventually he checked his watch and sighed, grabbing his scythe from the wall.

"To remember." He said over his shoulder as he departed into the chilling mists.