Author comments: This is meant to be a children's story. Just so you know. Any comments are welcome. I hope to possibly publish this SOMEHOW, so any help I can get would be good. Thank you all!

Attack of the Bunnies

“Duck!” someone yelled.

Rhea ducked as fast as she could, a flying object whizzing just over her head.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” a young girl about her age said walking up to her. “I aimed at little too far to the left. Name’s Kiera.” She held out a hand.

Rhea shook it. Where had this girl come from? “I’m Rhea. What was that?”

“An arrow. Gotta be ready for the next attack.”

Rhea’s mouth fell open. “The next what?”

Kiera smiled, giving her the appearance of a vampire. It looked great with her pale face, but freaked Rhea out, even though she knew she wasn’t one. It was daylight. No way a vampire could be out here now. “An attack, of course. An attack of the evil bunnies.”

If Rhea wasn’t surprised before, she was now. “Bunnies?! No way, man. You’re joking, right? There’s no such thing as an evil bunny.”

Kiera shook her head. “No joke, sorry. That’s not really their title though. It’s really the E.P.B.F.’s.”

“Which stands for what?” Rhea asked, still not believing this story.

“Evil Pink Bunnies with Fangs. You can’t tell me you haven’t heard of them.”

Now it was Rhea who shook her head. “No, I haven’t. I’m not from around here. My family and I are here looking for a house.”

Kiera laughed. “Yeah, I know. I saw your... er, parents, I suppose, talking to the owners of that house for sale down the street. Every month the E.P.B.F.’s come and take everyone’s most personal item away from them. Then we have to go buy new ones. Which, of course, is what they want.”

“What personal item do they take?” she asked, holding up two fingers up on each hand like quotes when she said ‘personal item’.

“Why, our toothbrushes of course,” she replied with a smile. “Without those, we’d have the most rotten, nasty, cavity-filled teeth in the world. And here we are known for our naturally sparkly teeth, so it would ruin out reputation. Which, of course, is what the bunnies want.”

Rhea turned away, disgusted. How in the world can she go on and on like that, about something everyone knows is a myth? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kiera bend and pick up her arrow.

“See you around!” she called over her shoulder, and walked away.

Rhea stood there for a few seconds, not believing a word that Miss ‘I’m-smarter-than-everyone’ said. And that’s when she saw it. At the base of the tree almost directly in front of her, she saw a sight she hoped she never had to see: a cute, pink, innocent-looking bunny sat atop a rock, staring straight at her. And, of course, it had fangs.

“Give me your toothbrush,” it snarled, in an awfully human-like voice. “Now!”

Rhea backed up against the fence that surrounded the park, which was, at the moment, the farthest away from the bunny she could get. “Here.” She had reached into her purse and pulled out her favorite toothbrush, the one she always used when away from home. She kept it with her in case she ever needed it. “Take it.” She tossed it to the bunny. It amazingly caught it between its pointy teeth.

It bounced away. The rest isn’t important, but I guess I could tell you anyway. Rhea convinced her parents that she didn’t want to live there, and it’s said that the bunnies never bothered that little town again. They had what they wanted. All along the only thing they had wanted was a blue toothbrush, specked with tiny, silver stars. And they got it. From a generous girl named Rhea.