The day after the day after the day after the day after that

"Hey, Bonnie, you want to be on TV?"

"What?" said Bonnie, looking around uncertainly. She and Susie had just come in through the school gates, after a detour to the malt shop, and hadn't expected to see a news van parked on the lawn next to the old oak tree. "Why? What's going on?"

"Don't know," said Ben, who was looking at her with a puzzled expression on his face. "They're just doing interviews with students. You can see they're talking to Anne now. Hey, Bonnie, can I ask you a question? Why are you..."

"What?"

"Never mind."

Anne looked up as Bonnie approached, puzzled at first, then with a smile on her face. "Hi, Bonnie," she said. "I can't believe you're..."

"What? What's going on? Why does everyone keep looking at me like that?"

"Never mind." The news camera was pointing at Bonnie now. The cheerleaders, she noticed, had fanned out to surround her in a rough circle. Some of the football players sported broad grins on their faces, including Hank. "Hey, you know you're on TV, right?"

"I guess," said Bonnie, doubtfully. "It's not like this is going out live."

"Actually," said the cameraman, who was standing surprisingly close, "we're already beaming it across the nation. Hundreds of thousands of people are watching this."

"Just a bunch of interviews with high-school students?"

"I'm surprised too, but I guess it paid off for us. Do you know you're..."

"What?" said Bonnie suspiciously.

"Never mind."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Bonnie frowned. Something wasn't right. She reached up to brush her hair out of her eyes, and put her hand on something soft and fluffy. What could that be? And why did she feel so...

"Look at that," said Anne, pointing. Bonnie's eyes followed the finger and saw, lying in the shade of the old oak tree, a mirror.

She saw her reflection.

Her face had been painted to look like a bunny, with a pink nose and black whiskers. She wore, on her head, a pair of pink floppy bunny ears. And absolutely nothing else.

Anne cupped her hands to her mouth.

"Hey, everyone," she roared, as Bonnie squealed and doubled over. "Bonnie Driscoll is a NAKED BUNNY RABBIT! And she's NAKED!"