I saw a rabbit eat seventeen men today. The thing was thirty feet high, and equally full of rage. I can't tell you what got into the damn thing, but it was in quite a state. You see, the men rushed in with a typical bravado that washed away as quickly as it does under these circumstances. Oh, the screaming. Rather than get involved, and be inevitably forced to run for my life, I watched from behind a tree. You would call me coward, but if you had seen the pleading, and the crying, and the eating. They carried on and on, and I watched and watched. How embarrassing it all seemed. It was probably for the best that they were eaten. If I had carried on as they did only to get consumed by Peter Cottontail(to which the rabbit really bore no resemblance), I would prefer to remain eaten.

This is about the time that I dosed off with my hand between my forehead and the rough bark of my one ply fortress. I was gently awakened by the sound of abram tank fire. Just as I rubbed the sleepies from my eyes, I saw the massive rabbit explode into a million pieces with all those arrogant men flying up in the air like fireworks.

Eric M.