The bunny doll is finally finished. I smile as I as I skewer it, imagining the death of a thousand bunnies. I hear a thud behind me and I see a dead bunny! Its stuffing is leaking out from where I skewered the doll. Clutching at my rabbit ear hat my bear button eyes widen in fear of retribution. I was only playing?
For those times when you play with something dangerous but fun and something important and equally dangerous crashes out of your grasp.
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