| “Poor little squirrel. At least it wasn’t a springer. SK took one that was about two years old, as I judge it.” Polly Purebred said. “Hi handsome. You’re looking good as wild carrots in an open meadow.” “Hi Polly. You look great too.” Funny replied while searching for something interesting to say to her. He went with what had recently happened. “I met Stephen King today.” Polly’s face lost its usual upbeat and happy appearance. Fear replaced optimism and joy the way Stephen King could change a face from happy to terrified in the matter of a split-second. “What happened? Are you alright?” Funny would have been lying if he had said it didn’t feel good to hear the concern rise in Polly’s voice. She was so perfect! The way her fur laid against her lovely curves. And those long, luscious ears! They were really too much. The way they hung against her head looking so long and luscious. Mmm. My she was hot! ‘ Polly was a lop-eared. She was someone’s pet. Funny was wild. Free! Except that how could he be free when Polly was not available to be his wife? This was a question he struggled to find satisfaction. The two were lucky they got to play together. She belonged to the people who owned the house and land where the Bunny burrow was located. One of Funny’s great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather’s had chosen this place to make the home for all his future family. Luck brought rabbit lovers to own the property. It meant that nobody in the burrow ever had to worry about being hunted by the humans. There were other perks to living on the property of a rabbit-lover. Probably the biggest advantage was the food which was spilled around the rabbit cages. The rabbits in the cages were beautiful creatures. His family had been trying to date them since they arrived but none had ever been successful. The owners of the lop-ears were quite clever. First: the cages were not overly hard to get open because it was just a pin that held the cage door shut but the pins were all connected to a string of empty aluminum cans which would rattle at the first attempt to pull the pin from its holster. It was a great alarm which worked well. Second: The only times they were allowed out of the cages were when they were too young to have babies or too old. There were never any exceptions. next page |   |