Just so you know, I hate the bunny.
The bunny appeared about a month ago. At first I thought it was cute. Who wouldn't like a little, adorable bunny floating around their living room? I'm pretty sure it's a ghost bunny. Bunnies aren't usually translucent and floating.
It started talking about two, maybe three weeks ago. At first I didn't understand it. I thought perhaps I was being haunted by an insane ghost bunny. But then the bunny informed me that it realized that I didn't speak Portugese, so it switched to English. Regardless, it still had an odd accent. Especially for a bunny.
It would tell me things that I wasn't really interested in. It would recite lines from Bulfinch's Greek Mythology or tell me about FDR's childhood. It would try and explain String Theory or tell me what the ingredients were in ketchup. I was growing somewhat annoyed with the bunny.
At first I simply tried to ignore it, but that didn't work at all. I think it just liked to talk. Maybe it couldn't talk when it was alive. I still wonder how it learned all those things. I would try to drown out the bunny's voice with music, but it would just talk louder. Soon I just stopped going home so I wouldn't have to see the bunny.
I went back after three days. The bunny was very angry with me. It said it wouldn't let me pull a stunt like that again. I tried to fight it off as it attacked me. It burrowed its little bunny self into my arm. I thrashed around and slapped at my arm but it was too late; I had a bunny tattoo there now.
It talks to me all the time. Just so you know, I hate the tattoo.
rating: 3
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