"We'll make the scones smaller," he said

"We'll make the scones smaller," he said with triumph. The men sitting around the boardroom murmured. The the CEO smiled and said, "Make the scones smaller?" And he nodded, "Small

scones silence silly sycophants". The board collectively twisted its head. "So scones send self-centered celebrities sailing?" Jim answered, very pleased. Then the gunfire began.

All aliterates died that evening, including Fanny Flagg. They served fried green tomatoes at the wake. Most people opted out of their share since they were too

saddened to eat. The grief was overwhelming. How could such a person be taken from this Earth? If there ever was a case for immortality, she was it. Her whole life, she

honor of all the tiny rabbit babies who could not be adopted, left to roam the streets rooting through dumpsters for carrots or discarded mochi. Life hit them hard, so these young

bucks decided to take matters into their own hands and start a riot. The New York Post headlined "HOT CROSS BUNNIES TAKE DOWN WALLSTREET." Police were helpless; they were too cute

to shoot. (Did I really write that?) They were too furry to bury. They had too many whiskers to frisk. They were too flopsy for the copsies. err... anyway,The NY Rabbit riots were

nothing compared to the horrors and atrocities committed during the Cottontail Genocide in eastern Arkansas, circa 1984. I write about it now because

it's been long enough that PETA has had the time needed to grieve the loss of the thousands of cute little bunny rabbits.