January 14, 2013
So, what do you want from me? Elmer wondered. The alien did not crave his soul. He had no desire for earthly materials. All that he truly desired was peace, and so, a bunny hopped down through the clouds. It landed on the bed with the softest motion, propelled back into the air again as if it had sprung back from a trampoline, then fell down again, soft as a wad of cotton. But then again, that's the way of bunnies. They are soft, they are swift, and they are like wads of cotton in many ways. The day was swift.