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In the haze of the early morning, as sunlight flickers through trees and a rhapsody of springtime warmth and blooms spread across the back yard, I lick my paws in preparedness for battle. My owner thinks I’m oblivious to what traipses brazenly across our lawn, but I’m all too familiar with its diabolical powers.
It leaps across the dewy grass; my owner smokes his cigarette. “Look, there’s Bunny Rabbit!” he exclaims, as though I haven’t a clue. As though I’m some sort of cute little ball of fluff, not capable of military action.
It stops. It chews on a weed. Good. It thinks its safe – it thinks this screen door can prevent me from using my powers. Other Bunny Rabbits thought that too.
The Bunny Rabbit comes closer. My female owner squeals: “Look how close she’s getting to the door.”
Yes, Bunny Rabbit, come to me.
I stare. It stares back, chewing, always chewing. We do not need to draw swords – no blood need be spewed. It knows from my pointed look to back away – to tell its minions of my ability.
It hops. It leaps. It leaves. My job is done here. But this Bunny Rabbit will return and thus, I swear: I will keep a diligent eye through the trellis and around the legs of the patio table. For it will cometh when we least expect and I, for one, will be again be ready.
It leaps across the dewy grass; my owner smokes his cigarette. “Look, there’s Bunny Rabbit!” he exclaims, as though I haven’t a clue. As though I’m some sort of cute little ball of fluff, not capable of military action.
It stops. It chews on a weed. Good. It thinks its safe – it thinks this screen door can prevent me from using my powers. Other Bunny Rabbits thought that too.
The Bunny Rabbit comes closer. My female owner squeals: “Look how close she’s getting to the door.”
Yes, Bunny Rabbit, come to me.
I stare. It stares back, chewing, always chewing. We do not need to draw swords – no blood need be spewed. It knows from my pointed look to back away – to tell its minions of my ability.
It hops. It leaps. It leaves. My job is done here. But this Bunny Rabbit will return and thus, I swear: I will keep a diligent eye through the trellis and around the legs of the patio table. For it will cometh when we least expect and I, for one, will be again be ready.