Mr. Bunnsy Has A Bad Day, Pt. 2

"Everything started with a Monday, but nothing much happened until Monday night. This was not very agreeable with Mr. Bunnsy, because he was waiting for something bad to happen all day long. That night, Mr. Bunnsy ate his second supper and got ready for bed. Nothing strange there. Mr. Bunnsy did so every night. He looked out the window, seeing a ray of moonlight shine through the trees. Just as he was about to look away, something caught his little rabbit eye. Beautiful though the moonlight was, it wasn't the light that drew his attention, but the moon itself. The moon scared him. It didn't, normally. He knew, just like everyone else in the little town Furry Bottom, that the moon was simply a lump of grey cheese. Perhaps it's gone mouldy, thought Mr. Bunnsy. He thought this because tonight, the moon seemed to be made of blue cheese."

'Cos I'm Flyin', On A Jet Plane.. Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again..

Well, not really. I just got back from Sarawak last night, bringing with me numerous souvenirs consisting mainly of bottles of soap and shampoo from the hotel we were staying in and three mosquito bites on my wrist.

Why Indeed?

Quite a few people've come up to me asking something along the lines of, "What's with the Mr. Bunnsy stories?", "Can't you write something else?" or "Why Mr. Bunnsy, anyway?". Well, Mr. Bunnsy is a character I took from a story within a story and expanded on. As for the latter, yes I can write something else, but it probably wouldn't be as good. I post about my daily life, because well, that'd be kinda boring, now wouldn't it?

"woke up today at 9 and still had homeworkz, but I read instead, lolx. Went to school, nothing new, but some guy fell down. he hit is face haha. it waz funneh. gtg now ciaoz."

I also refuse to talk about my feelings online, where everyone can see it. Because it's none-a-your business. [insert something happy here]

Mr. Bunnsy Has a Bad Day, Pt. 1

"It all started with a Monday. Mr. Bunnsy didn't like Mondays. It wasn't that bad things tended to happen on Mondays, but he didn't like them anyway because he felt that if he wanted to dislike something, it might as well be something that couldn't bite or be bitten by him. Somehow or other though, Mr. Bunnsy managed to annoy Monday as much as it did him. This, one must admit, is not a very nice especially since it only came around to visit once a week."

The Start of Something Probably At Least Slightly Uncomfortable

"Mr. Bunnsy looked over the hedge into Benny the Gopher's field, which was now full of lettuces. Seeing the lettuces, he remembered the last time he tried to take anything from Benny. Following that incident, he never tried it again. After all, he very nearly got turned into a HUMAN for a day by the local witch."

Vanity Indeed

"Mr. Bunnsy had a very nice looking blue coat. It had golden trimmings and buttons, and was always neat. However, Mr. Bunnsy did not wear the coat because it looked nice. He wore the coat so that the things AROUND the coat, or specifically Mr. Bunnsy, would look nice."