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Billy's rabbit? What about it? Oh. You…you think I did it? Yes, we had a fight the other day. I wanted to pet the bunny and he wouldn't let me. I just called him some names and knocked him over. No, I didn't kill it. I swear! All right, no more fighting.
It's not a lie…not really. I didn't hurt the rabbit. I didn't kill it. It was the rope. Not me. Besides, it's Billy's fault. He said he would let us all touch it. Everyone could pet it…but me! It wasn't fair! I was the one who caught it for him! Me! I deserved something for my effort. Didn't I? I didn't plan on killing it. I just wanted to touch it. I saw how it was with Billy. How he smiled when he held it. How happy he was. I wanted to feel that way too. So, when everyone was asleep I went to his bed and took it out of its box under the bed. Amazingly no one woke up. It seemed to like me. It didn't care that I was an "idiot" who couldn't do multiplication without using my fingers. That I was a "freak" who thought he could talk to snakes. None of that mattered. But then I remembered Billy. How mean he was to me. How he hurt me. And I knew. Knew that the rabbit had to die. Billy had to die. The rabbit was Billy. And he had to suffer! But…Billy wasn't the rabbit. The rabbit should not have to suffer. Billy…Billy should suffer! I stroked the rabbit's back. It was relaxing, and I almost regretted what I was about to do. I ran my middle fingertip down its back and it went sort of limp. Like it had been out in the cold so long that it couldn't feel. I don't know where the rope came from. It just…appeared. I don't know when I learned to tie a hangman's knot. I just did. I put the knot 'round the rabbit's neck and went down to the "dining room" where we eat. I pointed at the highest rafter and then…the rabbit was dangling from it. Billy cried a lot when he found out.
Its almost curfew. He's still crying. I like Billy crying. It's nice. Too bad 'bout the rabbit though. I don't think it liked being put in a box. Unable to escape. Always brought back here. But I helped! I helped it leave…and never come back! Someday I'll leave too. And when I do, I'll be happy. Just like the rabbit must have been…when it knew it was going to die!
I think when Billy's done mourning, I'll put the foot on his pillow. Just as a nice little souvenir!