Looking Sharp Is Hard Work! ( Bitchy Comes Natural )
"Oscar", I said, "Was Greg in here this morning"? He looked around, embarrassed. He sorta coughed, sighed, and said, "Why, no, Billy, I haven't seen him today". I held a necklace against the light. Lying bastard, I thought. Oh well, this is the best place in town. He is bound by some sort of ethics. Never mind I saw the familiar truck pull out of Oscar's with two people in it, I'll deal with my erstwhile friend later. I admired the gleam of the gold and enamel against my shining red fur. Lovely. "Here you go," I said. "I'll take it". Bunnies love shiny things. And the world loves a handsome Rabbit! I can write fiction, I just don't want to. I finished "Parson's Pleasure" by Roald Dahl this morning, and 35 years on it is still the most cold-blooded story I have ever ...