a little man was walking down the street,

a little man was walking down the street, he noticed something at the corner of his eye. when he turned, there was nothing in sight. he kept walking. then he felt something touch

After a few blocks of sprinting, he felt that the unseen threat was no longer an issue. Just as he relaxed, though, he felt it again! It was the very same sensation on his

Squamous region. A strange hot, musty, moist, slavery gust of wind. But when he looked he saw nothing. Then he felt something eat the carrots in his hand, he reached out his

other hand and felt a soft furry pelt, some whiskers & a giant floppy ear. This explained the trampled vegetables in his garden & disappearance of Flopsy that night he'd injected

his homemade concoction of Mojo SuperGrowth formula. Poor Flopsy must've been eating some of the injected lettuce. 'So what happened to Mopsy, Cotton Tail and Peter?' he wondered.

As he asked, across the dale in the village, three giant-sized rabbits crashed through the local deli, knocking over the geriatrics and devouring the entire salad bar with reckless

fervour before making their way towards Mr Crotchbelly's field of prize winning turnips. The three rabbits were still hungry and it was when they spotted a large pile of

...OH MY GOD, BILLIE, WHAT DID YOU DO? My bedtime story ended abruptly and I grabbed the sodden Pooh bear from his mouth. "If I told you once, I told you a thousand times,

"it's my pooh to chew!" I shrieked. The drama felt good and I knew instinctively it was the right time to get the Oprah tattoo. The medicine was no longer working.