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 rabbits 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. They're either dead or anywhere but near you when you need them. 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 again, 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!