The body was face down in the mud, a spear

it had been Evil Knight, the most feared of Lord Damforths Dark Riders. The Boars head bludgeon mark on the victims skull were clear enough. Callofath, released his Blood rabbits

to stop the dark riders, and the rabbits set off. They first leapt at one of the dark riders' horses' legs, to bring it down. Then they devoured the rider, leaving nothing but bone

and small shreds of bloodied flesh. The rabbits were on a rampage, and nothing could stop them from eating those who truly deserved to die. It was their life goal to

'make a desert and call it peace.' Rabbits talk double like that, except when they're eating when they don't talk at all.

Then, while feeling doubtful about all the earlier double talk, they just chew slowly and look askance at each other through half-closed eyes. After a meal like that rabbits get

downright gassy. These rabbits didn't though. No they were still hungry, hungry for freedom. They'd been in this strange experiment for too long. They wanted to escape this hellish

warren of sawdust and pelletized rabbit food. The injections were lined up by color. The blue needles were designed to impair creative problem solving abilities. The red ones

, to stifle collaboration & teamwork. And then there were the black needles. They lay waiting in the event that nothing else worked. We all took a collective big breath & began.

Layer upon layer, with pins, needles and toothpicks, we slowly constructed an HO scale model of the New York city skyline After many bandages later, it was a masterpiece.