Bunnymund sat in the little house which stood at the end of the warren. He felt so bad about himself. Bunnymund had let his temper control him and had accidently made the argument between him and his Fiancée Angie worse. Angie had stormed out of the door and left.
Angie was a light brown Pooka with a bobby blonde fringe. She had the most stunning blue eyes that the guardians had ever seen.
"How could I have said that to her, How could I have been so stupid" He disciplined himself. He curled into a ball on the couch. He whispered the words to a song:
Alone in this house again tonight
Got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes, tonight I wanna cry
Would it help if I turned a sad song on?"
All by myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
'Cause I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes, tonight I wanna cry
well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with this pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes, tonight I wanna cry
Little did he know that Angie herself was in a ver tight spot indeed?