Interlude

Lola bunny POV:

What the fuck I'm stuck helping a walrus learn to use those hams that he calls legs that rubs together so often that he literally has to smear Vaseline between his thighs just to walk around his home and I just know that if his parents didn't **** him to obey their rules he would have tried to feed me his carrot and enter my rabbit hole.

Why couldn't I have been bought by the guy that lives down the street he is hot and if the rumors is true he doesn't play with his girls minds he even goes out of his way to make his girls happy to be with him unlike me stuck with a fat pervert.

Sometimes I would dream about running away to the handsome guy's house and having him take me in then using me for what bunnies do best but a much more realistic dream would be that fat ass using magic to fix himself so he wouldn't as disgusting to look at or for him to have a heart attack and die and maybe I could be sold to the hottie down the road or at least to the single dad with the red head baby sitter