Alex rarely ever hopped. He preferred to walk on his hind legs and saunter down the road---much like a bow-legged cowboy. He tried to get his friends to call him Tex, but it didn't work. Alex lived in New Jersey. There's not a large demand for cowboys in New Jersey, although there are a fair amount of cows. Those cows, though, were raised on dairy farms and were perfectly content to graze most of the day and head to the barn to be milked at night. They did so pretty much on their own with an occasional urging from the farm work dogs, but they ran on all fours and Alex preferred to saunter.
If the truth was known, Alex was actually afraid of horses. They stood really tall and Alex couldn't figure out how he would mount a horse and was sure he would fall off once the horse moved even if he did manage to get into the saddle.
There just wasn't a large demand in New Jersey for grandiose cowboy rabbits who liked to saunter, but Alex preferred to think of himself as a rare breed. A cut above the rest. A loner. One of a kind. Tex the wrangler rabbit.
I considered starting a new blog, but decided to recycle by simply bringing up one of my original blogs and adding to it. This is a rough draft for the idea of a rabbit named Alex who came about through an exercise I did at Sketchbook Revival on Facebook.
I don't know how far I will carry this, but I thought it would be fun to let you into the process of how an idea is born and comes into reality.
