Easter came with a furry furor.
Their padded toes marched two by two and on the streets of capitals, the blood ran sour and crimson.
Eggs spattered and bucked teeth sank deep into ankles, then thighs, then more.
The homo-sapiens now languish in their runs and suckle at their bottles.
David Wing was desperately awaiting Easter. (But the Editor had too many submissions, so he didn’t get this one up in time for the holiday!)
A deeply disturbing tale! Those pesky rabbits will be the ruination of us all. You mark my words. I always thought the chocolate egg thing was a ruse.