Unfortunate rabbits
From IFki
Smee settled down in a large armchair, awaiting Stoat to begin her story of the 3 Unfortunate Bunnies.
He didn't have long to wait, as she quickly took up the narrative in her high pitched squeaky voice...
“My back hurts!”
Muaddib picked up another brick and groaned. At least, he thought it was a brick, until it spoke.
“Oi! Put me down!” squeaked Shady.
He looked at the wriggling stoat in his hand and groaned again.
“Get a move on, you lot,” called Smee, levitating the stones into place magically. Even he looked tired, though.
“We’ve been at this for hours!” gasped Ingro. “The wall’s almost taller than I am now.”
“That’s not so tough,” muttered Phang, irritably. “Almost anything’s taller than a gnome!”
Still, she had to agree with the point. The wall was now so high that they were having trouble building it upward. And still the spam-marauders were flinging themselves over it with wild abandon.
“Key!” shouted Fauna, wings fluttering as she battled furiously with one of the wild-eyed trespassers.
“Nearly done,” called back the Mayor. He sat at a makeshift desk (a rock), on a makeshift chair (another rock) and tapped his fingers across a strange and mystical device. Nobody knew what it was, but it looked EVER so impressive!
“How nearly?” she dodged a long-taloned swipe, barely. “KEY!!”
“Done,” he said and pressed his index finger down with a flourish.
A rippling rainbow of colour flooded the wall, flowing harmlessly around the wall-builders. Not so the marauders. Those on the other side were thrown back in a massive explosion of sound and light. Those few who had crossed were slowly crushed by the force of the magic until, with a final shriek, they simply popped out of existence.
There was the lull of complete and utter exhaustion. Then a voice broke it.
“Sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything exciting?”
They turned to look at the squat orange monster, who grinned cheerfully back at them.
“Ah well, never mind,” he continued, oblivious to the animosity pressing in from all sides. “I’ve brought you something that will make up for it. Lordy?”
A large, black demon came around the corner, carrying a scalding cauldron. He seemed oblivious to its weight – and its heat, for that matter, as he set it down on the ground.
“Anyone for rabbit stew?” he asked.
“Great!” chorused the building crew. “We’re starving!”
Thus concludes the tale of the three unfortunate bunnies
