Western Bunny Love-Shack

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Western Bunny Love-Shack
...I woke up from a uneasy dream. I was transformed into a gigantic bunny. When you happened to wake up and find yourself in a western Love-Shack, there was something terribly wrong somewhere—like a square peg in a round hole. Suddenly a wave of images played in my mind: two rabbit in white fur jumped at me, leaving me no corner, tying my hands, a shot in my neck and then I must’ve lost consciousness. I also remembered calling out to my father Roger Rabbit for help, to my father who was dead and done for. Fathers do suck big time. So, I call out to my mother. SHe would protect me, rescue me at all costs. Mothers are the same the Universe over; protective of their baby bunnies, chicks or T-Rex toddlers. Mom's are just that way. Programed to protect and serve by another mother nature.
I tried to move my paws.
They were restrained and suddenly an unnamable panic overwhelmed me as my unconscious broke into consciousness more vividly. It was the same claustrophobic dreadful feeling I had when was trapped in a confided places.
I couldn’t feel my body.
My body was dead flat, useless. I had a ghost-body. I couldn’t use my limbs. I was an amputee. As my fear of helplessness and incompetency continued to escalate and the urge to make sense—just enough to get some idea—of what in the rat-fuck’s hell went on, was massive.
How did this happen? Why am I here? Why couldn’t I move? And what was happening to me?

When I was about to call out, the door opened, and an ancient man in a robe accompanied by a young woman, pretty, pretty so pretty, also in white uniform, probably an assistant nurse, came in. Then, I was absolutely sure things were off the straight.
You awake, Miss Bunny? said an old man’s tender voice. The voice of 'Bunny Trapper" Hughen Roughner.
Fuck-intas-tically awake, Hugh! I chirped up idiotically, my speech slow...
Happy Easter, said Hugh. Welcome to my bunny shack...
Like hell I will, I snapped.
Happy Easter, said Hugh, kissing the famme-fatal bunny on the cheek, then grabbed her from the anorexic waist and slammed the door behind them.
Hey, I shouted. I'm not one of your bunnies...get back here you-viagra-ridden-old-fuck...!
Tears run down my cheek. Happy Easter, bunny-mom...Happy Easter everyone!