The rabbits were unusually spry that afternoon. They kept starting up all about us, and dashing off down the draw as if they were playing a game of some kind. But the little buzzing things that lived in the grass were all dead – all but one. While we were lying there against the warm bank, a little insect of the palest, frailest green hopped painfully out of the buffalo grass and tried to leap into a bunch of bluestem. He missed it, fell back, and sat with his head sunk between his long legs, his antennae quivering, as if he were waiting for something to come and finish him. Which theme is best supported by the descriptive detail in this passage from My Antonia?

The prairie is a place filled with life.
There is a tension between life and death on the prairie.
Rabbits, like people, must cope with life’s hardships.
All living things on the prairie worry about predators.