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Old Smokey
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” That was the only thing I heard. It’s all I remember. I guess the last laugh is mine cause I didn’t feel a thing. It got warm but I was already catapulting away from it all before it could get really hot. That was what I feared the most. I hate the heat. Now I am here. Its dark and smells like dirt but I am still me. Wha....? Wait a minute... Maybe I am in my grave. Buried alive! Holy crap I didn’t die and they screwed up and buried me anyway! No..NO..NOO! Wait. Wait...stay calm. Something ain’t right bout that either. Gota calm down. Cool my engine a few degrees. Okay... we are cool as a cucumber. Good. I am moving around in here so I can’t be buried alive. This is some sort of tunnel. I can smell an exit. Odd, how the hay can I smell an exit? Let me get outa here first then work on that mystery second. Good call, there’s the way out. A few more hops and... huh? Hops? Why in the name of Mary am I hopping. Holy mother of god I am a freaking rabbit! Ho crap, ho crap ho crap! Okay...okay... Maybe this is some sort of brain spaz or something. Ya! Ya that must be it. I am still in that chair being bar-b-qued and this is some sort of short circuit. Okay okay, stay calm. This is major weird but it could be worse. Atleast I feel okay and I’m not hurting here. So I think I’m a rabbit. So what, what does it matter. Let me outa this hole and into the night air. Ahhh, thats nice. Freedom at last. Two years in the clink and another seven months of hell on death row, I will take this as a gift. Rabbit or not, I am free. Ha haa! Look at me go would ya. I can run like the wind! I feel so alive... this is freaken big. Yeah baby, Flippin Peter Rabbit ain’t got nothin on me!
Whew. My heart is racing. Gota slow down here and regroup. There is a nice bush I can stretch out beneath. The ground feels cool and nice against my fur. I could get used to this. Besides, if I was a rabbit, how come I still remember everything bout being a man? Makes no sense. Lets see, what can I remember. They talked real quiet like with me but I didn’t say a word back as we made our way to the room old smokey was in. There was some preacher there, walking with us, trying to save my soul. Laughable! I sure ain’t got one of those. The room was small and smokey had a mirror infront of it. I could see my reflection but I ain’t no fool, I know there were people watching on the other side of that glass. I didn’t care, let’em watch. I was strapped and locked into smokey’s lap, so I wouldn’t kick myself off when the juice was turned on. Last thing they did, slip that hood over my head. It smelled like bounce sheets. Nice touch. Then the humming sound and presto, I am the rabbit pulled out of a hat. Now I guess I just wait this out and see. If I am still being zapped and this is a grand daddy trip I am on, then it won’t last forever. Hey, these leaves smell kinda good. Might give’em a try and see. Hmmm, not bad.
Well, its been almost the whole flippin night now and I’m still Bugs Bunny. This can’t take this long to get fried. I am getting tired and have a strong urge to go back into my hole. I know exactly where it is to. Don’t even have to try to think about how I might retrace my steps to find it. I just know. Instinct I guess. Well, off I go.. Lets see how fast I can kick it out and hit my top speed. And I’m off... Man oh man it feels good to run like this. I wish I had something to race against. Hey, yeah, how bout that shadow on the ground moving just ahead of me. That will do nicely. Must be a full moon or somethin to see a shadow at night. I wonder what’s making that shadow, it’s movin just as fast as me. Looks like a plane or maybe a... Holy cripes it’s a giant bird! Not good! NOT GOOD! Evade! Evade! Ah no.. I can hear it.. It is getting close! Argh! It burns IT BURNS! There are claws rippin inta my back! IT HURTS! NO! A FRIGGIN OWL! ITS TEARING ME OPEN WITH ITS BEAK! I’M ON FIRE.. MY BODY IS TWITCHING AND KICKING BUT I CAN’T STOP IT! IT BURNS SO BAD! AHHHhhh...
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