This is a brief tale told from the perspective of a narcissistic marshmallow bunny (named Mal) who lives in a grand mansion with two other bunnies named Amie and Elise, as well as two humans named Berlioz and Pierre. It all starts with Mal getting some strange feeling he's never felt before...and it goes downhill from there. Martha? (That's not his name, Mal!) Tables? Rainbow sprinkles? It might not make sense now, but dive into this short story and all shall be explained. Sort of.

I grew up in a world where dragon riders were revered for not only their bravery and looks, but also for their intelligence. Children would spend days on end studying just in the hopes that they would get accepted to the Rider School, and those who did get accepted left their homes like kings, followed with respect and well wishes. It had been years since a dragon rider had been accepted in the Rider School from my town, which was understandable since we boasted a population of only 100 kids in the acceptable age range. Every year we were visited by the Counselor, the man who decided who would be accepted, and every year at that time our town lit up. Festivities lasted the Counselor's whole stay, with competitions to test children's intelligence, stamina, strength, and looks set up to look like games. Every year my brothers and I would be disappointed by our results, until my 15th year, when everything changed.... If you are reading this on a site other than Wattpad I did not consent for my work to be shown on that page and you are at risk for malware.