Fun Fun Fun!

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 What a lovely day for swimming and getting some sun!  Billy can forget his troubles as he splashes around in the Gulf, and there is a picnic lunch waiting back on the beach.  On days like today he has no worries or cares, and he will get tired enough so that the dreams that haunt him will go unnoticed in his fatigued sleep.  The authorities give the rabbit 4 hours a week at the public park, one entire end is roped off that he may frolic his cares away!  Now, there are complaints that this is unfair to real humans, and that a transitioned military rabbit should not be allowed to live among decent folk.  It is also whispered that the Enhanced Infantry program failed due to the unreliability of the criminal elements that made up the unit, and that this bunny has had more than his share of tolerance.  Last week the tires on his truck were slashed and words, which I will not repeat, spray painted over the entire vehicle.  When Billy finally got a tow truck driver to come and get the car the man turned his back on him and refused to talk, but he did take the car home, not waiting to be paid. 
Billy has taken to sitting on the porch at night in full view of the road and city.  What will happen will happen, and he just wants this all done with.  He can handle anything, the war saw to that, but the lack of friends as made life a burden.  He listens to the radio and drinks wine and chain smokes.  Sometimes he will hear children laugh and then see them scamper off behind the hedge.  Oddly, he finds this amusing.  Last Easter he hid chocolate eggs there, only to have an enraged group of neighbors throw them in his face and threaten violence.  Oh, well, the bunny thinks, Boo Radley I ain't.

 
 

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