He didn’t look naughty. But he was. He ate all of the nice lady’s green beans and peppers, and petunias and black-eyed susans. The lady was mad.
(It’s an old picture, people, the lady did not get a haircut). (Or botox treatments). (Or magically lose 20 lbs.).
One day the naughty bunny stre-e-e-tched up and tore plants out of the nice lady’s planters. They were yummy!
The naughty little bunny did a little jig and sang a little song. Because he thought he was an awesome bunny.
(sung to the tune of “I’m a Little Teapot”)
Little Bugger.
Luckily, the lady knew a guy, who knew a guy, who knew this other guy, whose cousin’s uncle’s neighbor’s guinea pig was a vampire! Yes! A vampire! So the lady mapquested some directions, drove her minivan to his castle, knocked on his tiny coffin one warm summer evening and begged the tiny vampire guinea pig, “Please! I am desperate! Do what you must! I want those bunnies outta here!”
And do you know what the Vampire Guinea Pig did?
THE END.
(No actual bunnies were harmed in the making of this story…only in the author’s deepest, darkest imagination. Darn, stinkin' bunnies.)
2 comments:
This was hilarious! Sorry about your flowers and plants. RIP bunny..LOL!
What a cute little bunny, to pose for you like that! Wait a minute. . . is that a tick in the bunny's ear?! What a horrid little disease-carrying bunny!
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