I grew up in a really big house. I don't know what it's actually called, but I think mummy once said it was something called a "small mansion"? I don't remember.
It's been so long since I've seen her pretty face... I believe, I have her face hung on one of my walls these days. I like to talk to her pretty face and have tea with it..!
Ho ho! She calls me all sorts of things! It flatters me, really. Oh, even though I'm so far away..... I can still hear her sweet, pleasant screams! Mummy was a gorgeous lady... Curly blonde hair... Beautiful amber eyes... She looked good in anything.
Daddy would always find his way into our house, but mummy always seemed scared of him! I could never understand why though... Maybe it's because he looked so good? Or because he always took her to the bedroom? It could have been anything! I was always so confused when I heard those screams...
But, hmm. I did open up the door once, since it wasn't locked. Mummy was screaming, and daddy yelled and hollered at me to "GET OUT!!!"
Ah.....
Those...
Were the days...
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A Chit Chat with the Mad Rabbit
رعبA man in a rabbit mask describes how his early childhood was before he lost it. A whimsical interview with a corrupted mind.
