When Payton was a little girl, there were these happy little
bunnies that used to follow her around.
They’d play with her in her dreams and spend all day
giggling inside her head. Painting pictures of happy rainbows for her.
Scribbling pictures of smiling suns and happy houses. All day long, every day,
they’d cover paper with yellow circles and orange smiles, until Payton’s head
was filled with happy shades of sunshine.
Then Payton started kindergarten. Her first day out on the
playground, she was playing hide-and-go-seek when she stumbled across another
set of bunnies. These bunnies looked like mean bunnies. They were hiding out
behind the school, smoking cigarettes and spray painting the walls.
“What are you doing out here?” she asked.
“Our owner ditched us,” one of the bunnies said, pitching
his cigarette and dropping his paint can. He waved his yellow paw, and the
delinquent bunnies attacked.
They pounced on Payton’s giggling bunnies and started
tearing them to shreds. Squeals of pain filled the air.
"NO! NO! NO! NO!" Payton stomped her feet and told
the bunnies to, "STOP! STOP! STOP!" She cried, she begged. But ultimately,
it didn’t matter. The mean bunnies gobbled her happy bunnies, and there wasn’t
anything she could do about it …
Except find out who owned the bunnies.
And change her name.
And wait.
And wait.
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