Harry Potter and the Pink Bunny
Harry Potter was bent double in his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley's garden, watering their roses,
the last of the countless chores he had been given that morning by the Dursley's, Harry's least favorite people
in the muggle world. Gratefully, Harry stood up, rubbing his back, and walked in the door, looking around. What
he saw was definitely not the kitchen. There was a large...no, HUGE pink bunny hopping toward him, screaming "My
name is MR. ROGERS! I am a BUNNY! I have a BELLY BUTTON! I'm wearing polka-dotted undergarments! I chewed Polar
Ice! I'm CONSTIPATED! Do you have any X-LAX?! Looking at the bunny's hopeful face, Harry used his wand to conjure
up a box of laxative. "Here," said Harry. "where am I?" He asked "YOU are in the land of MAGICAL MUSHROOMS! yelled
the pink bunny. Finally, magic. thought Harry, who misunderstood the meaning. The bunny pulled out a small piece
of paper, picked up a plant from the soil, ground it up, put it on the paper, and rolled it up. "DO you have a
light?" he asked. "Lumos!" Harry said. The bunny looked at the small light, confused. "I NEED FIRE!" The bunny
shouted in Harry's face. You need a breath mint too. said Harry to himself. Aloud, he said "Pyro!" a stream of
fire issued from Harry's wand tip. The pink bunny put the paper in the fire, puffed it, and fell over dead.
MORAL: DON'T DO DRUGS!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, X-Lax owns itself, and I own the bunny, a two-liter of MT. DEW, and a
large bag of Jalepeno Dorito 3D's.
Harry Potter was bent double in his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley's garden, watering their roses,
the last of the countless chores he had been given that morning by the Dursley's, Harry's least favorite people
in the muggle world. Gratefully, Harry stood up, rubbing his back, and walked in the door, looking around. What
he saw was definitely not the kitchen. There was a large...no, HUGE pink bunny hopping toward him, screaming "My
name is MR. ROGERS! I am a BUNNY! I have a BELLY BUTTON! I'm wearing polka-dotted undergarments! I chewed Polar
Ice! I'm CONSTIPATED! Do you have any X-LAX?! Looking at the bunny's hopeful face, Harry used his wand to conjure
up a box of laxative. "Here," said Harry. "where am I?" He asked "YOU are in the land of MAGICAL MUSHROOMS! yelled
the pink bunny. Finally, magic. thought Harry, who misunderstood the meaning. The bunny pulled out a small piece
of paper, picked up a plant from the soil, ground it up, put it on the paper, and rolled it up. "DO you have a
light?" he asked. "Lumos!" Harry said. The bunny looked at the small light, confused. "I NEED FIRE!" The bunny
shouted in Harry's face. You need a breath mint too. said Harry to himself. Aloud, he said "Pyro!" a stream of
fire issued from Harry's wand tip. The pink bunny put the paper in the fire, puffed it, and fell over dead.
MORAL: DON'T DO DRUGS!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, X-Lax owns itself, and I own the bunny, a two-liter of MT. DEW, and a
large bag of Jalepeno Dorito 3D's.