I work at a cemetery that doesn’t get much money. Where I live, in Bunnyville, not many deaths occur. So one day, an idea popped in my head, what if I started gaining more business by murdering the bunnies in my town, no one would notice the ones that were disappearing because they were old and had no family, then I started killing well known bunnies, which helped me produce many carrot coins, which is our currency here in Bunnyville. Once the colony realized that many bunnies were mysteriously disappearing they started a cult, they thought that doing so would stop the murders from occurring, they were wrong. We don’t have a police station because nothing happens here, so the cult started investigating the crime scene, but nothing led back to me, because I’m the wisest bunny in this…show more content… . . I calmly arose from my slumber, looked out the window to see Poppy filling a hole. I slowly realized what was happening. I stumbled out of the car,with pain in my face. I grabbed the other shovel and helped her barry the dead man. I realized he was dead when I saw the blood on the shovel. Then as I started to grab some dirt, Poppy said, “I want in.” I stared at her blankly admiring the blood on her hands. I let her join me, I had no other choice. We started killing more bunnies,as I fell into a deep devotion with Poppy. While we were killing our next victim, an odd shape shadow behind me on the ground, as I fell onto the cold,hardened concrete I glanced at my attacker. It was Hoppy, but it couldn’t be because I was looking at her when I was struck in the back on the head. As the pain began to rise to the rest of my body, I wondered about my beautiful, beloved Poppy. I woke in a cave that when I would breathe through my nose it physically hurt, I could barely see anything in this place. It might have been a cave, but through my blindfold far off in the distance I can see a very slim
