He required a lap full of rabbits. His mother was mad as she had nothing with which to pay the Attractors or at the very least some advice for getting the soft things to come through the hedges and the high grass to sit on her son’s legs and hold him still. He twitched like an alien. His choreas seemed evolved as defense against being eaten. Directionless as escape from a paper bag. He calmed when carried but his movements allowed no tenderness. He will incite riots she told the Doctors. These are the spasms that urge the world to violence. There is no medical precedent they replied. Hence the rabbits.