Frank?

I was driving home at 0245, and something ran out in front of me. I barely saw it, let alone had time to brake. I knew it was small and not a person, but that was about it. I don’t think I’ve jumped so high at the wheel in my life. The mirror showed something lying in the road and I looped around, having horrible visions of killing a 10 year old’s pet cat. By the time I got back, about twenty seconds later, there was no sign of anything in the road. And then I spotted it.

At the side of the road was a bunny, sitting upright and giving me a look that said, unambiguously, ‘I will get you’. I’m worried I nearly killed a mafia-rabbit. If I don’t post tomorrow, put a warrant out for General Woundwort.