There was a rabbit that lived in the Hundred Acre Woods. His name was Arthur Kirkland and he was the most gentlemanly rabbit there ever was. Across the lake, there lived a tiger named Alfred F. Jones. Mister Jones was younger than Arthur but he was much bigger and all the animals that heard of him knew that he was a fiercely proud tiger with abnormal strength and very sharp teeth that could tear through the thickest of hides. He often sang about freedom on lonely nights. Arthur thought Mister Jones had quite a lovely voice and once dreamed of going up to him to tell him so. "Sir, you have a lovely voice. Would you mind if I sit here and listen to you?" he would say. But the other animals laughed at him for thinking that the great tiger would befriend a weak little rabbit like him. "He would sooner eat you than let you sit by his side," the detestable frog, Francis, sneered.
Greatly saddened, Arthur had hid away in his burrow, refusing to let anyone in as he scolded himself for being so stupid. Of course Mister Jones wouldn't want to be friends with him. Tigers ate rabbits! That was the first lesson his mother had ever taught him and he'd forgotten all about it. "Well, no more!" he said to himself. "From here on out, I shall be the most cautious rabbit there ever was!"
For a while, Arthur stayed true to his word. He was always careful when he went out into the woods. He always looked over his shoulder to make sure no predator was following him. He always locked the door to his burrow. And, he never went near the lake at noon, because everyone knew Mister Jones liked to sit by the water at noon and quench his thirst or groom himself. But by and by, Arthur began to forget his vow. And soon, he was wandering into the deep parts of the woods. He was leaving his door unlocked at night. He no longer looked over his shoulder to watch for danger. And, most troubling of all, he no longer minded the time when he went to get a drink of water from the lake.
And so, their meeting was inevitable.
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Arthur jumped into the water with a splash, entirely nude. His clothes were hanging on a nearby branch, where they were safe from stray water droplets. The rabbit himself was drenched from the tips of his drooping ears to his tippy toes. The rising sun cast a trembling golden haze over the horizon, painting the sky red, blue, and purple. The underbellies of clouds were a light cotton candy pink. The sky was reflected in the lake and Arthur imagined he was swimming amongst the clouds rather than fish. He became so engrossed in his game of pretend that he didn't notice the crouching figure lurking under a clump of lily pads. There was a sudden snarl and Arthur froze, every hair on his body rising in nervous anticipation and horror. He made a pitiful mewling sound in his throat and shrieked when he found himself being hoisted out of the water and roughly deposited onto the opposite bank.
He was pushed on his back, his soft underbelly left vulnerable and his small cock exposed. He curled in on himself, snapping his legs together as he began a litany of "don't eat me, don't eat me, please, oh, please, I don't taste good at all, I swear, so don't eat me, please, oh God—" When he looked up long enough to see who was leaning over him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fainted dead away.