B is for Bunny

As soon as Sarah stepped through the mirror, she picked up on a difference and hugged her arms to herself. Gooseflesh raised on her exposed skin.

Quiet. It was too quiet.

"Jareth," she called. Her voice echoed down the stone hallway and bounced back to her. No answer- something was wrong. Jogging down the hall, she stopped short at the unusual visual assaulting her eyes.

Bunnies… bunnies were everywhere- every conceivable shape, size, and color. Sleeping, munching on grass (and carrots?), hopping, grooming, and sunbathing in bright beams of light.

Bunnies.

And in the middle of it all sat the mighty Goblin King, in his throne lazily stroking a grey one nestled in his lap. "Jareth?" she questioned.

Looking up he grinned widely at her and setting the critter down, came over to envelop her in a warm hug. "Precious! How were finals?"

"Er… good. Um… what's with…?" she gestured towards the room.

He situated himself behind her, keeping his arms snuggly around her waist and surveyed the area. "How do you like it?" He rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed her in. How he had missed her.

"It's ah, different. What happened?" she asked.

She felt him shrug. "They were particularly annoying so I changed them. I find it's a vast improvement upon their normal forms. I shall forever be The Bunny King," he proclaimed jovially.

Sarah giggled. An image of him sporting bunny ears and a cotton tail floated unbidden into her mind. Next, he'll be taking over Easter. "Jareth, how long have they been like this?"

"About a week. Why?"

"And how stable is your ah, bunny population?"

He pulled away to look fully at her. "Fine. Why?" He had an uneasy feeling bubbling in his stomach.

"Ever hear of the phrase 'breeding like rabbits?'"


Disclaimer: Jareth and Sarah belong to Jim Henson and Co.