Attack of the Killer Bunny

Me: “Did you clean your room?”

Indigo: “Yes, I did.”

Me: “Did you get the stuffed animals away from the rabbit cage?”

Indigo: “Yes, they are all put away.”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Indigo: “Uh-huh.”

DJ: “YOUR RABBIT ATE AN ELEPHANT!! All that was left was an ear – AN EAR!!”

Indigo: “He also ate Hanna Bear-tana too.”

DJ: “Your rabbit is a murderer – A MURDERER!!”

Indigo: “Yeah, he ate Hanna’s clothes, face and butt off.”


Me: “Your rabbit ate your bear’s butt?!?”



Indigo: “Yep, butt and face.”

DJ: You’d better be careful else your rabbit is going to eat you in the middle of the night.”

Indigo: “Well, the rabbit was trying to chew through his bars.”

Me: “This is Indigo’s rabbit – ‘tonight I dine on stuffie flesh!’ – too geeky?”

G: “Yes.”

DJ: “Once he has a taste of stuffy flesh, he’ll never go back.”

DJ and Me:

(I should note that I am driving, right?)

G: “We should keep all other animals away from the rabbit.  The dog is going to come back downstairs one day missing an ear.”

DJ: “More like a face and a butt.”

Indigo: “And fur – all of his fur since he had no clothes.”

G: “And we don’t want to know what he’d do to the chinchilla – she is all fluff.”

DJ: “Indigo, your rabbit has a problem – a stuffy problem.”

Indigo: “I know! You should have seen the bear!”

Me: “I wonder is stuffy addiction is a gateway to other things?”

DJ: “Like human flesh!”

Indigo: “I have a killer bunny!!!”


Yeah – our family is weird.
But then again, we may just know a killer bunny when we see it.

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