A Diabolical Bunny Hop

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 As Logged By:

Agent West

 

Easter Sunday came and went

Without me making a stinky scent.

I sat in church and heard good news

With everyone stationed in lined up pews.

 

This diabolical dude was good

I did exactly as I should.

But time has come to make a mess

Who's that bunny in the dress?

 

 Get this tie off of me!
 
I did my duty and not the kind that goes in the diaper.  I sat perfectly still, I didn't even make a sound.  I listened to the pastor before being whisked away to play in the children's section. 
 
This diabolical dude knows when to be abominable and when to behave, but the diabolicalness is getting to me.  I need to drive someone crazy.
 
PPPHHHHHRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTHHHHHHPPPPPPTTTT!
 
"Well who didn't see that coming?"  Mommy sarcastically spouts and hauls me to the bedroom to change my diaper out.
 
Back in my comfy clothes, I look about as Mommy carries me through the hall.  
 
What should I do, now that I'm free to be diabolical again?  I could go on a tissue throwing spree or use some food to make my newest work of art.  
 
I could...
 
What in the world?
 
What am I seeing?
 
Why, oh why, is there a life size bunny standing in our living room.
 
"Look, West.  The Easter Bunny is here for a visit," Mommy announces and gives me a bounce.
 
The Easter Bunny?
 
With a country style dress that sways whenever she hops, this bunny circles the room and gives a hearty shout, "Happy Easter, you sneaky young man!"
 
If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this bunny is Gram.  It certainly sounds like her, but I prefer the grey hair and wrinkles.  Not an oversized head with long ears and whiskers coming out of a giant, pink nose.
 
"My, my.  Do I have a surprise for you!"
 
The Easter Bunny hops forward with arms out wide.  This scary, huge monster is reaching to grab me!  I must run and hide.
 
But, I can't simply run.  Nor can I hide. 
 
Mommy's still holding me and she won't let me go.  She's laughing alongside with wild-eyed bunny.  She's lifting me up, she's handing me over.  Soon the bunny will take me.  Soon I'll be its prisoner!
 
"WWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH  WAH WAH WAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
 
"Oh, Westy.  Don't worry, it's only me."
 
Off comes the over-sized head and who is underneath?  
 
It's Gram.  It is her.  She put on a costume, she scared me and frightened this diabolical dude.
 
And there was Mommy laughing with wild eyes as well.  They all thought it was funny to send me nearly over the hill.
 
"WWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"  I shout again and for good measure I give a great, big...
 
PPPHHHHHHRRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTTTTHHHHHPPPPPPPTTTTTT!
 
"Ugh, that one stinks," Mommy says with a wrinkling of her nose.
 
Uhhh, that's not all that's thinking of coming out.
 
"BBLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!"
 
"AHH!  West puked all over the costume.  It's a rental!"  Gram shrieks and screams.  All while Gramps laughs and hoots and slaps his knees.
 
 
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