Bye-Bye Bunny

“Psst, Fido! Over here,” My brother, Jimmy, talked the language of the dogs. Which are, in fact, as stupid as can be. Their brains must be really small. They just chase rabbits mindlessly all day; but then again, that is exactly why we are here. I mean, what else is a half mad dog good for?

“You like to chase bunny right!” Fido barked. I assumed that meant yes, “Good Fido. Now see that little hole?” Jimmy pointed over to the hole in the ground the one where the evil little bunny slept. “When I say biscuit started digging at the hole. Got it?” The dog gave another bark, and then turned around and fell back asleep, like nothing had just happened.

I swear if I didn’t know any better I would think that dumb animal only knew how to eat, sleep, drool, and chase things. We turned away from Fido and scurried off to the riling point. That little Foo-Foo always seemed to have it out for us mice. He just jumps up next to us, sweeps us up, and bobs us on the head. Then we either have a concusion, or momentary brain laspes. That what happened to my great uncle Junnif. He has brain laspes during his coma, it is quite funny. Like he can't remeber why he is in a coma. He is perfectly fine when he is having them I might add.

Pushing my way through the wild thisels that circled the riling point, I walked in to see all my friends, and family standing there. They were whispering among themselves, pretty much just passing the time till I came on and gave the announcement.

Scurrying as quickly as I could, I took my place on the thimble and turned to face my audience, “It is time!" my audience grew quiet, waiting for my next sentence. "Time to get rid of that evil bunny!” A great squeal arouse from the crowd. I grinned, “I’m sick and tired of having the bunny run all over us! For to long he has been picking up us innocent field mice and bopping us along side the head! The time to act is NOW!”

An even more tremendous squeal arose from my companions, “Gather your armor and weapons! We attack at dawn!” My voice carried over the mice before me. Their feet moved quickly as they fought over the gear. A few patted me on the back as they passed me on my thimble.

The bark armor and walnut helmets were passed out. When everyone had their stuff, they moved back into the crowd. I stood on my thimble the whole time, trying to keep from crying. This was the proudest moment of my life. One by one the mice clad in armor arose to my thimble. One by one I gave them each a prickle ball, there weapon of courage, of attacking the evil bunny. Solemnly each one raised it above their heads earning them each a cheer from the crowd yet to get their own. When the last mouse grabbed their ball, I grabbed my own helmet. I laid my ears flat and jammed the hickory nut on my head. No bunny will be bopping me on the head tonight! I grabbed my own prickle ball and headed out to guide my troops into battle. My eyes quickly scanned my ranks of troops. We where as ready as we would ever be. Which was ready.

I found Jimmy's with my eeys and walked over to him to give him the finale command. “When you hear the battle cry release the secrete weapon,” I muttered in Jimmy’s ear. He nodded and went to the weapon’s resting place. I stood atop a rock and peered down at my troops, “When I say march we march!” They nodded in understanding. “March!” I cried. They followed me as I lead them to the hole.

When at the entrance, I stopped. The mice behind me stopped, too. They didn’t need the order to keep quiet as I lead them into the loaming hole. “Fight like there is no tomorrow,” my voice was quiet yet all my troops seemed to of heard me. Us mice where taking our last stand. This was it. Evil Little Bunny Foo-Foo was going down tonight!

“BLUE FAIRY!” Our battle cry rang throughout the hole. We all rushed forward our prickle balls raised high. Our feet came down heavily on the ground, shaking the whole hole. The mice all surged past ahead of me. There balls raised even higher as they started to make out the evil bunny’s fur. The first one who got there shoved the ball into the bunny’s backside. A great cheer arose from our people. A few more balls impacted the bunny’s fur.

Then the bunny jerked awake flinging my troops away. Then, Foo-Foo bolted away from us and up the other end of his hole. Little did he know what would be waiting him on the other side. He must of saw it because he came running back almost as quickly as he had disappeared. Me and my comrades leaped upon the evil beast and started to stab him. When we heard a large snuffling sound only then, did we retreat. The secret weapon was engaged.

A furry nose poked into view and us mice hurried away. We stopped at the entrance and turned back to face the bunny who was bolting toward us. “It ends now BUNNY!” I squealed. I raised my ball high and lead the march, which was more like running, all the way out of the hole.

I looked around the fenced in area. All was secure. It had taken us nearly eleven years to make the fence sturdy enough to stand a dog’s blow. It was the area. The area for the ‘Doggy Chase Bunny’ game. We scrambled over the fence and sat high on the walls watching as the match started.

The Fido started to chase Foo-Foo around. Around and around they went. When the bunny tried to ram the wall he only fell back. This was his punishment. The punishment no bunny wanted to face till the end of their days.

But that was how it was. We had won! The bunny could no longer bop us on our heads. We had punished the bunny better than anyone else could of done. He was contained. This was way better than just getting rid of him. Way better. Anyway it was far more entertaining. Besides, I had a betting pool going on, and I really wanted those weed wings that were used in the TreeWars.

The End