I am the rabbit.
I am not the White Rabbit of Alice in Wonderland fame; nor am I the universally adored Thumper from the Disney movie, Bambi. I have no name or special capitalization to set me apart – I am, simply, the rabbit. That's a lowercase r, by the way.
You've probably seen me before. Most likely, you've watched me on your television as I run in futile pursuit of my dearest ambition, and you've laughed. I've failed over and over, but nobody pats me on the back for not giving up. Nobody says, "Oh, the rabbit is such an inspiration to me, he perseveres and shows such courage in the face of adversity!" Nope. Instead, you laugh at me and ridicule my efforts, even conspire against me. "Silly rabbit," you call me. But let me ask you, is it silly to have dreams? Is it silly to want something so badly that you're willing to do anything to get it? The greatest revolutions of this country – of this world – have started with a dream. And were they silly?
Oh, I know I'm not lovable or funny, like those other famous rabbits. I know my features are poorly drawn, that my eyebrows float in air above my head and my nose is too big. My makers created me to be an object of ridicule. I look pathetic – that's what I'm supposed to do. But I'd like to see Thumper try and live my life. He'd be insane and trying to kill his cute furry self before the day was over. The White Rabbit would crack even faster. After all, he's already neurotic to begin with.
The unfairness of it frustrates me to no end. You don't know, because you never see this part; all you see are the laughing, mocking kids, my absurdly dejected expression as I sigh in resignation and murmur some inane comment. But at night, when I've had time to think about my latest failure, I lie in the grass outside and burn with a rage that could consume the world. This society is supposed to be just. It's supposed to be about equality. And yet, millions of viewers every day watch as I am dealt injustice after injustice, and they find it entertaining.
You think it's funny? Haha, yes, of course, it's hilarious. Absolutely. Of course, you're right, what would I know? I'm just a silly rabbit. But one of these days, I'm going to get my revenge and you'll be sorry. And we'll just see how funny you think it is, when I pour gallons and gallons of yogurt down your throat, force you and everyone else who's ever laughed at me to eat it. Since it seems you like it so much that you won't share, let's see how much you can eat. Let's see how much you like it, when your stomach's full to bursting, when your throat and nose and mouth are clogged with yogurt. Let's see what happens. And then, let's see if you still say, "Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids!"