Friday, July 22, 2005

The bunny's lair...


It's been suggested lately that I turn my normally dark outlook on life, expressed through my short stories, more towards the lighter side and try and write about frolicking bunnies (and not cavorting bunnies because that would be too sexual in nature). This request comes from a person who insists they are not Stephen King though they have strong ties to Maine and have some pretty sophisticated knowledge of the Master of Macabre, so me thinks they doth protestith too much if you catch my drift.

Regardless, I do have some history of including rabbits in my writing (see "Silly Rabbit, Tricks are for Kids from August 2004). And then there is that whole Tim the Enchanter bit in Monty Python's Holy Grail with the evil, killer bunny.

Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when I am going through some photos to find my lighthouse shots from our trip to the Oregon Coast in April 2004 and I examine the photo you see above of the lighthouse keeper's house at Yaquina Point Lighthouse. Look closely at the window at the lower right. See that little white object standing in the window? Here's a closer look:



Am I mistaken? Is that is, or is that ain't a ghostly apparition of Mr. Peter "I'll rip your face off" Cottontail? Take an even closer look:


Freaks me out. I swear this is an undoctored photo. I remember even saying to Tess when I took it that maybe it would reveal some ghosts when I downloaded it from the digital camera. And smack my ass and call me Sally if that doesn't look like a spectral bunny to me. And it looks pretty darned hostile, as well.

Okay, it's not frolicking. But it has given me more fodder for my fertile imagination to further foster an idea that has been festering in my mind. Nice alliteration, eh?

I think I'll call the story, "The bunny's lair...."or perhaps, "Lair of the white bunny." Suffice it to say there will be much frolicking and despite the advice I've been given, a fair amount of cavorting as well (not to mention much tearing of limbs and shedding of blood to sate the evil bunny's hunger for human flesh).

I see a movie on the horizon as well: "Just when you thought Easter was safe, we bring you 'Lair of the white bunny.' You'll never hop down the bunny trail...alone, again." Or perhaps something more in the vein of an Alfred Hitchcock film promo: "There seems to be something very nasty and rotting in the Easter basket this year, but this time it isn't the rabbit who has died. "

Anyway, you get the idea. Rest assured, this story will have a hoppy endng or at least make you jumpy.

Sorry.
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