Ok boys and girls, here is a little story, guaranteed to amuse. Please feel free to leave tips in the tin cup. And no sardines this time! I'm an evil war-rabbit, hell-bent on destruction of all plastic cars! I trod down the street just because I like the word trod, my feet pounding in a hot rhythm, the heat melting all traces of sanity as I flood the world with my nasty brainwaves. I am prepared to constuct my most diabolical plot ever, which will involve twenty bottles of mucilage and some kind of expensive machine. Suprised by my own genius, I set out to reconoiter, to discover, to uncover, the source of my wicked ways. I look under a rock, but see only ants, worms, and spiders. I climb a tree for a better vantage point, and unleash a startled flock of birds. I clack my bunny teeth at them! Looking about, I fixate on the tallest building I can see. Surely, if this tree uncovers such a view, a tall building must bring such enlightened visons that my skull would begin to sweat? Clambering down, I begin to tred toward my destination, grinding my choopers in fevered anticipation of the wisdom I will recieve. I make my way across the dirty pavement, hooting and snorting at the people, who scurry away from me with looks of rabid panic. I am dressed in black, offest by my fluffy white fur, a turtleneck and black jeans. My shoes are sooty and brown. Steam rises from the hot sidewalk, and I notice someone had traced their initials in the concrete when it was drying years ago. They read J.S.. Soon I am at the base of the modern tower I seek. I sharpen my bunny claws on the exterior, teasingly, whispering to the structure sweet promises that I will conquer it. I begin to climb. Story by story, my muscles strain, held together only by desire for destruction. A crowd gathers below me. I am blind to their pleas, only focused on my goal. Halfway up, a window opens, and policemen attempt to rope me inside. Using my evil bunny mind powers, I cow them into falling back, and continue my ascent. Deep within my brain, I am thinking, this is my fate! They cannot stop me. A helicopter begins to buzz me. It is the teevee news. I gnash my toothy maw towards them, and they are repelled. Victory! I reach the top! There, a team of police are waiting for me. They drag me away, but I escape. I saw what I needed to see up there. My evil! Triumphant, I retire to my lair and order some mucilage over the internet. Thanks for listening. Does anyone else have a story they'd like to tell?
