Henry the bunny was hopping down the path one day. It was a stone path that led to the garden. The garden was large and flourished with carrots, and potatoes, and turnips. However, Henry didn't give a damn about the potatoes or the turnips, just the carrots. I mean come on, he's a frickin bunny. Bunnies only like carrots. It's been proven on multiple occasions. For example, Rabbit(another word for bunny) on that Pooh Bear cartoon. I think it was called Pooh Bear and the temple of doom the animated series. But that's neither here nor there.

Now here was I? Oh right, that stupid Bunny Henry. So anyways, Henry the stupid bunny is walking, er I mean, hopping to this garden. Because he's hungry. Henry intends to eat carrots that another person has grown for their nourishment and their family's nourishment. Henry is a jerk. Very few bunnies are jerks. Henry is one of them. Unfortunately, this garden is under new management. Mr. Wilson has conquered this garden using sheer force. The former owner, misses Smith, was brutally murdered for her insolence. Mr. Wilson demanded the garden from her, and when she refused, he sliced open her insides and ripped out her abdominal tract. It was crazy. Blood everywhere. Mr. Wilson took the bloody guts, and strangled misses smith with them. While she choked on the scent of her own decaying flesh, Mr. Wilson did an old Irish jig above her mutilated torso. And he sang while doing it. He sang an old Irish tune to go along with his Irish jig.

It seems like only yesterday,
I sailed from out of Cork.
A wanderer from old Erin's Isle,
I landed in New York.

There wasn't a soul to greet me there,
A stranger on your shore.
But Irish luck was with me here,
And riches came galore.

And now I'm going back again
To dear old Erin's Isle.
My friends will meet me on the pier
And greet me with a smile.

Their faces I've almost forgot,
I've been so long away.
But me mother will introduce them all,
And this to me she'll say.

Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy,
And here's your sister Kate.
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate.

Shake hands with all of the neighbors,
And kiss the colleens all,
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
In dear old Donegal.

Kind of an odd song for a one eyed garden conquering man like Mr. Wilson to sing over the corpse of one of his pathetic victims, but hey, he was really drunk at the time. But this morning, he wasn't drunk (for once). As Henry the bunny hopped past the gate into the garden, he could sense something was amiss. Mainly because the green grass was littered with decaying body parts and the usually orange carrots were soaked red with blood. But Henry the bunny was really hungry, so he shrugged it off and looked for a nice large ripe carrot. Mr. Wilson watched the bunny hopping along from the window of his cottage (formerly misses Smith's cottage). Mr. Wilson wondered why the bunny would do such a foolish thing, because surely every living creature knows to fear Mr. Wilson and his garden of doom, as he had taken to calling it. As Henry the Bunny found his perfect carrot, Mr. Wilson was lining up the perfect shot with his glock. Yes, this Gardener was packing heat. And right as he would have pulled the trigger, Mr. Wilson's one eyed bunny enthusiast daughter rose, roundhouse kicked the gun out of his hand, and it landed in a conveniently placed pot of acid.

"Why do I always leave that out," wondered Mr. Wilson aloud.

"You bunny hating meanie," shouted Rose angrily at her bunny hating meanie of a father.

"Look, Rose, I'm going to kill that rabbit"

"Bunny."

"Right, Bunny. Well, I'm still going to kill it."

"Not without thumbs" Rose shouted as she threw a pellet at the ground. After three very pregnant seconds, a gaseous...gas, erupted from the pellet and they both began to shrink. Miraculously ,both of their eye patches stayed on as they shrank down into bunny size. Their ears grew long and floppy. Their hands and feet shriveled into nubs. They both sprouted black and orange fur all over their bodies. And they gained telepathy, I guess.

"We're...rabbits," wondered Mr. Wilson.

"That's right ya meanie," thought Rose, "and now you'll never be able to hurt that bunny because you are a bunny!"

"Well, I used to kill humans and I was a human"

"I hadn't thought of th-"

Suddenly Bunny Wilson slapped Rose hard across the face with his cute little front paws. She went flying out of the window and into the garden, and landed next to Henry. Henry was instantly attracted to the black bunny, because Bunnies will hump anything that moves anyways. Henry attempted this, and Rose threw him into a nest of ants, who immediately devoured him while he screamed from the ungodly amount of pain. He soon died, making all of Rose's earlier actions utterly pointless.

"oh damn," thought Rose.

As soon as the words had escaped her mind, Bunny Wilson leaped out of the cottage window, wielding a spiked ball on a chain. He slammed it down onto the ground where Rose had been just a nanosecond before hand. She had dashed out of the way, and at the same time scanned the area for a weapon, which she found, in a garden trowel. She flipped the trowel around like a dagger and entered the best fighting stance she could with her cute little rabbit body.

"Bunny!"

Right, Bunny. Sorry Rose, I was typing really fast and it just slipped out.

"Well don't let it happen again!"

Don't threaten me Rose, I'll kill you off and replace with an urban character. That way I'll appeal to a wider demographic.

"Oh yeah"

Yeah baby. Don't test me.

"Oh yeah?"

Suddenly a street smart bunny from the 'hood named Jamal threw a poison tipped shuriken at rose and-

"alright! I'll stop!"

Damn Right you will. Now where was I?

"Me and papa were fighting."

You call him papa?

"Sometimes ,yeah."

lol

"shut up"

Okay, where was I? Right. Bunny Wilson was kicking Rose's ass something fierce. He was doing judo kicks, and like, kung fu chops and stuff. And Rose was crying because he was owning her and because she killed that other bunny, named Henry. But what she didn't know, was that Henry was now a zombie bunny.

"Brains," moaned the zombie bunny.

"WTF," thought Rose.

The two Wilsons saw that it was time to join forces to quash the zombie uprising. And so together they round house kicked the zombie rabbit, or Rombie, as I like to call them, and his skull was crushed. His brain's juices oozed out the cracks in his cute bunny face. Knowing they had brought peace to the garden, the two martial artist/super villain/bunnies skipped out of the garden, never to return.