"What a tewwible waxident!" sighed the Inspector,

"What a tewwible waxident!" sighed the Inspector, shaking his head, as the liquified remains of a million candles lapped around his fastidiously polished brogues.

Those wascally wabbits! If they'd fahwoed his adwice and been vewy cahful, there wouldn't be wax evwywheh. Insp. Fudd took some ice fwom the fweezah and wubbed it on the wax.

Poor wabbits, they didn't know what was coming. Those candles saw were hot. Fudd kept wubbing ice on the burns until they were all better.

Bugs woke to the dimly lit room. What happened after that car crash? He found his feet were anchored to the bed. Then he saw the bald head. "I'm your bigwest fwan, hehhehheh..."

"Oh hey Doc. Say, couldja let me outta this bed? I gotta train to catch to Albuquerque." A hand slowly drew back & forth across the bald dome. "No c- c- c- can do you wascally

. . ." then Fudd passed out again. Even though he was a hunter, and even though he'd blasted bugs right in the gut, he couldn't watch the rabbit bleed like this in the hospital.

"He was my best friend." He cried. "Sure, he was just a stupid rabbit, but i still loved him like i loved my own sisters best friend." Every one locked shocked and started backing

up, especially when he started waving his shotgun around. "I...I...I'm ju-just s-ss--so SAAAD!" he blubbered. "I..I...don't wa-ant to li-live with-oo-out that ra-aabb-it!" Suddenly

a telegram arrived. The Ghurtvin Invasion had been postponed due to unpleasantness in the Asteroid Belt and they said we should carry on & finish the story without them. The End.