There was a chocolate bunny filled with wonderful peanut butter. He sat on my kitchen counter for over a week.
He stared at me. His chocolate, lifeless eyes would bore into my soul every time I passed by. He would not relent.
My diet said that I was not to go near him. I was not to make eye contact with him, and I was not allowed to check on his whereabouts. I had to stay away.
But I couldn’t. He kept taunting me with his knowing smile and his perky ears. He would not leave me alone. He was a demon bunny encased in a glowing, glittering pink box. He was relentless.
I had to ignore him. I needed a strong dose of willpower stat.
He kept staring and I began pacing the room. Homework took over. I didn’t have to look over and see the glaring, evil bunny, only help with homework. But I could still feel his magnetic pull like a moth to a flame.
The next thing I knew, he was gone. He had disappeared and I was happy, oh so happy.
I went about my day relieved until The Captain asked me to look in the trash can.
Glancing into the round bin I noticed the glowing, glittering pink box sans bunny.
“Do you know who may have eaten this bunny?” The Captain asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know for sure,” I answered coyly, “But I am positive he is in a better place.” And with that, I licked my lips and left the room.
Goodbye, bunny from Hell. I win.