Penguin
The dark side of the Easter Bunny
Most people think of Easter Bunnies as calm, cute fuzzy bunnies which they are, until you go past the age limit. The Easter Bunnies will gang up and mug, beat up, corer you, and gang up. Most never thought about were the money to by the treats comes from, but it is from older children to fund the younger children. They will even use �blackjacks� if necessary. In the next few lines we will tell the story of John.
�I was just coming out of a club when I walked down an alley, alone. As I was walking I saw flashes of leather and �blackjacks�. Next I heard foot steps that weren�t foot steps behind me so I spun around. Before I could grab my knife the bunnies had beaten me and given me a concussion and a broken leg. They mugged me taking my watch, wallet, I.D., and jade ring. They tied me up without mercy and left me hanging from a fire escape. In about six hours someone saw me and brought me to the police station. When I told them my story they nodded and laughed saying �yeah them bunnies dangerous and evil�. When I got home the bunnies had beat me standing there in the door way. When they saw my they tried to jump me, I ran around the house. I ran through the other door and called the cops. Before the bunnies could really hurt me they ran at the sound of sirens. I later called my friend and here is what he said in the next few lines.�
�I was driving down a road alone when I saw a squirrel. I stopped and waited for it to move but he only stood there. Then out of nowhere six or seven bunnies some with chains others with clubs. They were like bunnies I never saw they were like six feet tall. They soon started to jump on and tip my car over. They were laughing talking excitedly to each other. I soon found why when they tipped it over dragged me to the side of the road and knocked me out. They took every thing from me and stripped my car of every thing of value. Then they pushed what was left of my car into the lake which was about fifty feet away. Someone found me and brought me home. I told my parents who whacked me over the head saying I was sixteen and I was drunk or vodka. Of course I wasn�t but just traumatized. The next day I started reading the tabloids one saying the writing in the next few lines.�
�I was at church one day singing as normal. We heard strange noises in the back that sounded like someone was getting knocked out. Still we kept praying and singing, when the lights went out we were told it was a electrical problem. So the priest started to leave when fifteen bunnies six feet in height all with leather some carrying pistols others knife and others clubs and nets. They through a net at the priest and stationed them selves around the rim of the church. They all picked up those money baskets that you put money in in church. They stuffed them in are faces with us at gun, club, and knife point. Since we listened to the requests we gave them money, jewelry and other things of value. After about ten minutes every one in the church was with empty pockets. The bunnies put there loot in giant sacks, told us to leave, and climbed up to the roof disappearing. Some one called the cops telling them the story. The cop said, �I don�t think that bunnies like that are around unless the government is doing one of those secret mutation tings in the movies,� �I also think that this thing here is just something you were told to say.� After about ten minutes a dazed looking priest came out. No one believed our story so we just went home. |
