Fondly Furry
He doesn't know which one of us I am these days.
Billy got in late last night. Paul had locked me out again, so I went in through the window. He was so drunk he woke me up, and Paul ran to the window and grabbed me by my ears. I hauled that goddamn rabbit into the house, and he started yelling at me as he pulled me over the sill.
"Do you know what time it is? Where's my wallet"?
I
get so tired of hearing all that. When I got this rabbit I was sure
that my aunt had him because I was tame and sweet tempered, and now all
he does is drink like a fish and go out and have fun with his friends. I
just get bored staying in the house all day, and he is not allowed to
wear his jewelry and favorite clothing out in public, because I might
have too much fun. Last week I brought home some of my buddies, and
Billy locked me out of the house while they had a wonderful time. When
Paul tried to break down a door, I called the cops. I spent the
night in jail and I thought that was so funny when he got out! I was going to punch him, and that rabbit ran away, crying my eyes out. Then his
sister called and wanted to know how could he treat that darling
little bunny so, what kind of a heartless beast am I? 3 minutes later
she called back and wanted to know where my rabbit and her
purse was. This morning I was passed out in front of the TV and Billy
had his pants off and had knocked over a sorta empty beer can filled with cigarette butts on Paul's new coffee table. I get
so tired of dealing with him, I don't understand why he won't let me
have any fun at all. Tonight I will sneak out and see if there is someone to party with, then he will lock his bedroom door and pretend
that I don't speak English when the big bully starts yelling at
Billy, again.
Sometimes it is a good thing to be property.
Billy is such a scamp!
ReplyDeleteYes, they are!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! This is dizzying, but I like it!
ReplyDeleteA genius sci/fi story from 1954, this has been how I try to project my troubles with that damn rabbit!
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