I have a story. Actually Matt wrote it, but I pass it on.
I wrote a story. These are my words.
The Bunny on the Road
As I traveled to the south, I noticed a bunny on the road. At first, I kept driving, but I realized it was not right for such things to occur. I went back and picked up the lifeless corpse of this white, yet red, bunny. His name had been Frederick. Freddy was on his way to the gas station to buy candy for the movies. His girlfriend, Amy Bronson, was with himwhen it happened. He was trying to cross the street but a behemoth of a machine came barrelling down the road. Frederick was smoted just like the balrog. Amy had panicked and fled the scene. She could not bear the sight of the bunny she loved, lying lifeless on the pavement. And here I stand, in front of Frederick, with his panic stricken face still posed. I picked up the corpse and put it in the passenger seat. About a mile down the road, I got lonely. I realized that I was in the middle of nowhere and there were no radio stations available. The only way to keep my sanity was to have a nice conversation with Frederick. I soon noticed that he was an amazing listener. Freddy, however, thought I was insane to be talking to a dead rabbit, but he was wrong. It is the dead bunnies that are insane. I turned off my turn signal and stopped turning from the turn. Anyway, I told Freddy about where I was going. I told him about the apple trees and the pond in the back. Freddy said that he hated apples and he couldn't swim. I was furious! I started screaming at Freddy but he just wouldn't listen...because he was dead. I said, "Freddy! You'de better put your shoes on or I will slap those glasses right off your arm!" Then, Freddy fought back. He said, "Hey budday, why you gotta be like that, dude. Seriously W-T-F?" Instead of ignoring his rabbit ********** I threw him out the window and flipped him the bird. Alaska can come too.
