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The boy quickly ran back into his room and snatched the Shrink Ray Toy Gun off the shelf. Ruby never said he could not play with the toy gun outside. With his hands and the ray gun held high in the air, he happily ran down the stairs, through the living room, through the kitchen, out the back door, onto the porch, and into the backyard.\n\n “Shrink!” Max proclaimed as he aimed the gun around to find something to shoot and make into a new toy. He was just about to shoot the garden’s wheel barrel to go with his toy barn toy and farming set, when he saw something moving near his foot from the corner of his eye. The little bunny looked down and saw small beetle crawling along the clay, dirt path that ran from the porch to the side gate by the house. It was a glossy with a reflective sheen of green and, to Max, was gorgeous. \n\n Max grinned and picked the little bug up. The tiny beetle crawled over his fingers and up his fuzzy white arm. 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Max put the now tiny Shrink Ray Toy Gun into his overall’s front pocket and went over to climb up onto his beetle friend but stopped when he heard a horrifyingly loud sound. It was the back door of the house opening.\n\n “Max! Time for your bath, Max!”\n\n It was Ruby. Max looked at himself and got worried. His older sister would be very upset if she saw him like this. He ran towards the grass to hide as he heard the loud, heavy foot steps of his sister walking down the steps.\n\n “Maybe he went to play in the front lawn,” pondered Ruby to herself as she walked down the path towards the gate.\n\n Max peered out of the grass just as Ruby passed by. He watched as Ruby’s white furred foot came down and squished his beetle friend. Max gasped in shocked at the sight. He watched as the giant girl’s foot lifted back up and the remains of the bug smeared and stretched upward as it’s insides stuck to the heel of Ruby’s foot. It was done and over so fast that Max had trouble accepting what had just happened. With tears in his eyes, the little boy ran out to where the beetle laid within a shallow imprint of Ruby’s foot. Max had seen crushed bugs before, but to see one that he liked and that was as big as him get stomped on was horrifying. The way the clear fluids leaked over the ground. The way the exoskeleton was cracked and jagged and smashed, and yet still shined its green and yellow reflections. The way the hidden wings jutted out and how a thick pink, gooey, glob jutted from the head. \n\n Max could not stand it anymore and turned to run inside, half blinded by his tears, and wailing in both horror and sadness. The rabbit ran for what he thought was a long distance and realized that he should have been to the porch about twenty steps ago. The toddler had forgotten that he was the size of a bug and was still nowhere close to the porch, let alone the door to get inside his home. Panic began to swell up within him and cried out the one thing that he could think of that could help.\n\n “Wuby!”\n\nThat was when it suddenly got real dark. Max looked up to see his sister, who he had not heard walking up the path over his crying. However, she did not hear him either and Max froze up in wide-eyed fright as her foot moved over him, with bits of the beetle still on the bottom of it, and came down upon him. \n\n “Where are you, Max? We need to get you washed and dressed for Grandma’s visit,” called out Ruby, unaware of how close Max really was.\n\n To Max, everything felt like it was going unmercifully slow as the sole of Ruby’s foot pushed him to the ground. Pain shot through his shoulder as it was the first thing to get hit and was pulled and dislocated from the socket. Max tried to scream, but the pain was nearly enough to cause him to pass out and he fell to the ground with the foot pushing him. Max’s body slapped the ground and jolted him from his haze just in time to feel the foot step onto his lower body with a loud crunch that only he could hear.\n\n Max was delirious with agonizing pain. He could hear all his bones snapping on top of being accosted with the torture that came with his skeleton being demolished. He could feel the shattered bones tear through his muscles and veins. The taste of blood flooded his mouth and filled his nostrils as Max’s diaphragm bulged and forced the air and blood out of his lungs. He could feel the Shrink Ray Toy Gun in his front overall pocket shatter and pierce his stomach, its acidic contents burning his flesh and obliterated insides. The arm that had gotten dislocated was caught under the foot and squished, leaving one good arm to claw at the ground in a futile attempt to escape. \n\n Blood splashed the ground in front of him. His own blood! No medical adhesive strip was going to fix this booboo. Max wanted to cry out, but he could not breath and choked on the vile and blood that was being forced out of him. His head pounded heavily with every fast beat that his tiny heart pumped in desperation to keep his body alive.\n\n “I could of sworn I heard him,” commented Ruby as she stopped to look around.\n\n Max could do nothing as his ‘big’ sister stood on top of him and searched the yard. He could feel his body spread and his skin stretch as the weight of Ruby’s foot flattened his legs, hips and stomach. The toddler gave tiny yet urgent pants as he strived to get air in him but the foot was keeping the collapsed diaphragm from drawing in the oxygen he sought for, and kept Max from being able to cry out for his sister to step off of him. Everything around him started to become tinted with red, and blackness was creeping in from all sides of his vision. \n\n Abruptly, Max gave a grunt like squawking sound as the foot moved and rolled him, forcing what air was left in his stomach to go through his sore throat, as Ruby pressed on forward to the house. The pressure intensified as he felt his trapped arm shred and tear, and his legs twisted and contorted in ways a little rabbit’s limbs were never meant to. His joints became dislocated, and his bones were nothing but shards of glass slicing their way through his body. Tears spilled into the pool of blood by his head as some relief finally came and the foot lifted off him. But then he felt his arm rip off his body like it was a sheet of paper as his flattened hand stuck to the bottom of Ruby’s now dark red-colored foot. He still was in agonizing terror and torture, and his young mind could not fathom what was truly happening. It was all a nightmare that he could not awaken from.\n\n Ruby poked her head into the house but did not hear her little brother.\n\n “Oh, that Max. Grandma will be here any minute,” commented Ruby while trying to think of where Max would have gone.\n\n Max tried to get up but all he could do was move his mouth, which gaped like a fish as he painfully tried to breathe oxygen back into his constrained lungs, and his last remaining arm, which continued to claw at the clay dirt. His fingers bled, but the pain was nothing compared to the numerous wounds that stung his fragile corpse as air blew onto it, stinging the wounds of the flat, pulpy white fur that used to be his lower body. With his lungs just barely working, Max attempted one last try to call for help. It was loud, but it sounded monstrous to him as it garbled and rasped out his throat and burned his lungs as he made an effort to live.\n\n “Wubeh!”\n\n The wind that cruelly chilled his trampled body, carried his plea up to Ruby’s ears, which perked up upon hearing the small tiny voice that sounded like it was miles away. \n\n “Max?” questioned Ruby. \n\n She was unsure if she had actually heard what sounded like Max calling her name, something she could not recall him ever doing before, and he sounded terrible, like he had a flu and was trying to yell in between coughs. Was it all in her head? She stepped off the porch and back towards the gate where she thought her brother was crying from.\n\n Max, with blood shot eyes, smiled as he saw Ruby’s giant body come racing towards him. She heard him! His suffering was soon to end! He watched as her foot came down mercifully upon him, Max never realizing that he was about to be free of his pain through other means than going to see the doctor and all within a single second. \n\n Max first felt the rough yet flexible sole of the bottom of Ruby’s foot and saw the flattened remains of his arm as he heard the sharp crack of his skull popping open like an egg. Max’s vision went askew as the pressure bulged out his eyes until they popped from their sockets. The remaining blood and fluids escaped out of his mouth and wounded head as he was squished flat like that of the lower half of his body. The boy’s ribs snapped and stabbed, and his shoulders crushed as his heart was pressed and forced the leftover blood from the now dead arteries, as one last excruciating bolt of misery that ran through his remaining, numb nerves. \n\n In the darkness, his eyeballs crushed and popped, in the absence of light, under the foot of his sister, a sudden flash of radiance from the unknown popped through his soul, and his pain ceased to exist. Max never knew he had been alive, let alone existed at all.\n\n “Max!” Ruby called out, worry feeling her up as she stopped once again over the now dead body of her little brother. “Max! This is no time to play hide and go seek, Max. We must get you cleaned up and in your sailor suit before Grandma arrives.”\n\n Ruby continued to walk around the house. She searched in the bushes of the front lawn and saw Roger walking up the sidewalk. The seven and a half year-old boy was carrying a soccer ball and was heading for the park to play with his friends. Ruby, never missing an opportunity to talk to the cool boy, ran up to the fence as he passed by.\n\n “Roger, Have you seen Max?” asked Ruby.\n\n “Nuh uh.”\n\n “Would you like to help me find him?” asked Ruby, hoping he would say yes. Roger looked at her and the house in thought. The older boy did like Max, but he looked at his soccer ball, still in thought. He liked soccer just as much, and he had friends waiting for him at the park.\n\n “Nuh uh.”\n\n “Oh… well if you see Max, will you send him back home,” Ruby asked, a little hurt that Roger was not going to stay.\n\n “Uh huh,” responded the seven and a half year-old boy with a smile. Roger then continued on toward the park as Ruby went back towards the backyard.\n\n The young white rabbit went back through the gate and stopped a third time in the spot where her flattened brother laid within her previous foot prints, the blood soaking into the powdery clay of the dirt path. She called out and looked around the area and concluded that Max was not in the backyard either. She stamped her foot, further flattening the dead boy’s body and causing him to stick to her foot. Thus, his smashed body was carried along as Ruby went up the porch steps and through the back door, all while crunching, squashing, and pulverizing the tiny corpse with every step. \n\n Grandma was arriving at any moment, and Max was hiding somewhere and probably getting dirtier and messier. Ruby sat down on the couch and thought hard as to where Max could have gone to when she heard the back door open.\n\n “Max?” Ruby questioned, thinking her brother finally came back to get his bath.\n\n “No Hun, It’s Grandma,” said the older and bigger rabbit as the adult walked in from the back of the house. “I thought we were going to eat outside?”\n\n “We were,” said Ruby with a sigh, “but Max is hiding somewhere, and I cannot find him.”\n\n “Oh? Well, I was walking through the back, and I just happen to see these little bloody spots leading into the house and to the couch,” said the always cheerful elder as she pointed to the floor. \n\n Ruby looked and saw the smears of drying blood and followed them all the way to the couch where she was sitting. She looked at the bottom of her foot and saw what looked like the neighbor’s white cat when it got ran over in the street one night and was crushed by multiple cars before being found a year ago.\n\n “Eww!” exclaimed Ruby. “What is it?”\n\n Grandma peeled the gore from the bottom of Ruby’s foot and gently lifted up a piece of the red and blue cloth that was attached to mess to where Ruby can see Max’s crushed head, with his eyes squished and dangling out beside his protruding tongue and shattered teeth. The broken Shrink Ray Toy Gun was protruding from his overall’s front pocket. Everything quickly fell into place as to what had happened.\n\n \n\n “Oh no!” said Ruby. She looked at the bottom of her foot and saw her now even tinier little brother’s squished hand still stuck to the pink flesh of her foot, sorrow feeling her as she realized she had flattened and killed Max\n\n “Don’t worry dear,” comforted Grandma, scraping the boy’s remains from her hand and into a teacup. “After all, you always said Max was constantly getting ‘underfoot’.” \n\n Ruby grinned at the bad joke and hugged her loving Grandma. \n\n “Now, how about that lunch in the backyard,” continued the senior as she comforted the young white rabbit. “And afterward, we can bury Max with your Mom and Dad.”\n\n The two rabbits got up and walked to the kitchen and to the backyard, leaving the remains of the tiny little brother dead in the teacup.\n\nThe End\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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   “Max?”

   Ruby walked up the stairs of her home in search for her mischievous little brother, Max. To her, this seemed like an everyday routine, as there is something that needs to be done and Max will be off doing his own thing or getting in the way. The thing needing to be done today was to get ready for a visit from Grandma, which seemed to be just as routine.

   “Max? We need to get ready for GrandmOUCH!”

   Upon entering Max’s room, a shot of pain shot through Ruby’s left foot with a loud crunch. After a few jumps back on her right paw to get away from the thing on the floor, the white rabbit looked down and saw a splinter sticking out of the heel of her foot. She pulled it out, thankful that it was not in deep, and noticed it was carved and polished. Ruby looked down on the floor to see what could only be described as a toy bed, now crushed. It was a well crafted model with actual sheets and little pillows and a quilt that looked just like…

   Ruby looked into the room and saw that Max’s bed was no longer in the room.

   “Max!” Ruby yelled, with a hint of annoyance.

   Max tumbled out of the closet with an overly playful smile on his face and an odd toy gun in his hand that looked like a prop from a bad science fiction movie. He pointed the toy gun towards Ruby.

   “Shrink!” he cheerfully cried out.

   Ruby walked over and snatched the gun out of the toddler’s hand, never once considering that he could have pulled the trigger. This left Max with nothing to do but to look up at her with a disapproving face.

   “No, Max. No Shrinking things inside the house right now,” Ruby said in a belittling manner. “We need to get ready for Grandma… and where are you going to sleep tonight?”

   Max looked over to where the bed was with no answer for he never thought that far ahead. Ruby sighed and placed the new toy gun onto a shelf. It was the newest in a series of ray guns for kids. There was a gun for making things big, one for teleporting things, one for changing the colors on objects, and even one that made a small campfire with s’mores. Grandma bought the Shrink Ray Toy Gun for her favorite grandson. Ruby had been pondering whether Grandma had known that the gun actually worked or not.

   “You go play in the backyard, Max, as I get your new sailor suit and bath ready,” Ruby kindly ordered with a smile.

   Max pouted and shuffled out of the room as his older sister, who always ruined his fun, went into the bathroom to get his bath ready. Then a mischievous smirk crossed Max’s face. The boy quickly ran back into his room and snatched the Shrink Ray Toy Gun off the shelf. Ruby never said he could not play with the toy gun outside. With his hands and the ray gun held high in the air, he happily ran down the stairs, through the living room, through the kitchen, out the back door, onto the porch, and into the backyard.

   “Shrink!” Max proclaimed as he aimed the gun around to find something to shoot and make into a new toy. He was just about to shoot the garden’s wheel barrel to go with his toy barn toy and farming set, when he saw something moving near his foot from the corner of his eye. The little bunny looked down and saw small beetle crawling along the clay, dirt path that ran from the porch to the side gate by the house. It was a glossy with a reflective sheen of green and, to Max, was gorgeous.

   Max grinned and picked the little bug up. The tiny beetle crawled over his fingers and up his fuzzy white arm. Max giggled and placed his other hand in front of the beetle’s path to allow it to crawl onto his other arm. Max then placed the insect back on the ground where it continued to move along on its way. That was when Max got the most brilliant idea. He stepped in front of the bug and aimed the Shrink Ray Toy Gun to his chest. Without a second thought and without any hesitation, Max pulled the trigger.

   A bright green light shot out of the toy gun and surrounded the child in its glow.  Just as fast as it had appeared, Max was now staring face to face with his new, hard-shelled friend. Max rejoiced as he looked about this fascinating world he had always known but now seeing it from a bug’s point of view. The lawn and grass looked like a jungle; the house looked like a mountain, and the beetle, once the size of a dime, was as big as a pony. Max put the now tiny Shrink Ray Toy Gun into his overall’s front pocket and went over to climb up onto his beetle friend but stopped when he heard a horrifyingly loud sound. It was the back door of the house opening.

   “Max! Time for your bath, Max!”

   It was Ruby. Max looked at himself and got worried. His older sister would be very upset if she saw him like this. He ran towards the grass to hide as he heard the loud, heavy foot steps of his sister walking down the steps.

   “Maybe he went to play in the front lawn,” pondered Ruby to herself as she walked down the path towards the gate.

   Max peered out of the grass just as Ruby passed by. He watched as Ruby’s white furred foot came down and squished his beetle friend. Max gasped in shocked at the sight. He watched as the giant girl’s foot lifted back up and the remains of the bug smeared and stretched upward as it’s insides stuck to the heel of Ruby’s foot. It was done and over so fast that Max had trouble accepting what had just happened. With tears in his eyes, the little boy ran out to where the beetle laid within a shallow imprint of Ruby’s foot. Max had seen crushed bugs before, but to see one that he liked and that was as big as him get stomped on was horrifying. The way the clear fluids leaked over the ground. The way the exoskeleton was cracked and jagged and smashed, and yet still shined its green and yellow reflections. The way the hidden wings jutted out and how a thick pink, gooey, glob jutted from the head.

   Max could not stand it anymore and turned to run inside, half blinded by his tears, and wailing in both horror and sadness. The rabbit ran for what he thought was a long distance and realized that he should have been to the porch about twenty steps ago. The toddler had forgotten that he was the size of a bug and was still nowhere close to the porch, let alone the door to get inside his home. Panic began to swell up within him and cried out the one thing that he could think of that could help.

   “Wuby!”

That was when it suddenly got real dark. Max looked up to see his sister, who he had not heard walking up the path over his crying. However, she did not hear him either and Max froze up in wide-eyed fright as her foot moved over him, with bits of the beetle still on the bottom of it, and came down upon him.

   “Where are you, Max? We need to get you washed and dressed for Grandma’s visit,” called out Ruby, unaware of how close Max really was.

   To Max, everything felt like it was going unmercifully slow as the sole of Ruby’s foot pushed him to the ground. Pain shot through his shoulder as it was the first thing to get hit and was pulled and dislocated from the socket. Max tried to scream, but the pain was nearly enough to cause him to pass out and he fell to the ground with the foot pushing him. Max’s body slapped the ground and jolted him from his haze just in time to feel the foot step onto his lower body with a loud crunch that only he could hear.

   Max was delirious with agonizing pain. He could hear all his bones snapping on top of being accosted with the torture that came with his skeleton being demolished. He could feel the shattered bones tear through his muscles and veins. The taste of blood flooded his mouth and filled his nostrils as Max’s diaphragm bulged and forced the air and blood out of his lungs. He could feel the Shrink Ray Toy Gun in his front overall pocket shatter and pierce his stomach, its acidic contents burning his flesh and obliterated insides. The arm that had gotten dislocated was caught under the foot and squished, leaving one good arm to claw at the ground in a futile attempt to escape.

   Blood splashed the ground in front of him. His own blood! No medical adhesive strip was going to fix this booboo. Max wanted to cry out, but he could not breath and choked on the vile and blood that was being forced out of him. His head pounded heavily with every fast beat that his tiny heart pumped in desperation to keep his body alive.

   “I could of sworn I heard him,” commented Ruby as she stopped to look around.

   Max could do nothing as his ‘big’ sister stood on top of him and searched the yard. He could feel his body spread and his skin stretch as the weight of Ruby’s foot flattened his legs, hips and stomach.  The toddler gave tiny yet urgent pants as he strived to get air in him but the foot was keeping the collapsed diaphragm from drawing in the oxygen he sought for, and kept Max from being able to cry out for his sister to step off of him. Everything around him started to become tinted with red, and blackness was creeping in from all sides of his vision.

   Abruptly, Max gave a grunt like squawking sound as the foot moved and rolled him, forcing what air was left in his stomach to go through his sore throat, as Ruby pressed on forward to the house. The pressure intensified as he felt his trapped arm shred and tear, and his legs twisted and contorted in ways a little rabbit’s limbs were never meant to. His joints became dislocated, and his bones were nothing but shards of glass slicing their way through his body. Tears spilled into the pool of blood by his head as some relief finally came and the foot lifted off him. But then he felt his arm rip off his body like it was a sheet of paper as his flattened hand stuck to the bottom of Ruby’s now dark red-colored foot. He still was in agonizing terror and torture, and his young mind could not fathom what was truly happening. It was all a nightmare that he could not awaken from.

   Ruby poked her head into the house but did not hear her little brother.

   “Oh, that Max. Grandma will be here any minute,” commented Ruby while trying to think of where Max would have gone.

   Max tried to get up but all he could do was move his mouth, which gaped like a fish as he painfully tried to breathe oxygen back into his constrained lungs, and his last remaining arm, which continued to claw at the clay dirt. His fingers bled, but the pain was nothing compared to the numerous wounds that stung his fragile corpse as air blew onto it, stinging the wounds of the flat, pulpy white fur that used to be his lower body. With his lungs just barely working, Max attempted one last try to call for help. It was loud, but it sounded monstrous to him as it garbled and rasped out his throat and burned his lungs as he made an effort to live.

   “Wubeh!”

   The wind that cruelly chilled his trampled body, carried his plea up to Ruby’s ears, which perked up upon hearing the small tiny voice that sounded like it was miles away.

   “Max?” questioned Ruby.

   She was unsure if she had actually heard what sounded like Max calling her name, something she could not recall him ever doing before, and he sounded terrible, like he had a flu and was trying to yell in between coughs. Was it all in her head? She stepped off the porch and back towards the gate where she thought her brother was crying from.

   Max, with blood shot eyes, smiled as he saw Ruby’s giant body come racing towards him. She heard him! His suffering was soon to end! He watched as her foot came down mercifully upon him, Max never realizing that he was about to be free of his pain through other means than going to see the doctor and all within a single second.

   Max first felt the rough yet flexible sole of the bottom of Ruby’s foot and saw the flattened remains of his arm as he heard the sharp crack of his skull popping open like an egg. Max’s vision went askew as the pressure bulged out his eyes until they  popped from their sockets. The remaining blood and fluids escaped out of his mouth and wounded head as he was squished flat like that of  the lower half of his body. The boy’s ribs snapped and stabbed, and his shoulders crushed as his heart was pressed and forced the leftover blood from the now dead arteries, as one last excruciating bolt of misery that ran through his remaining, numb nerves.

   In the darkness, his eyeballs crushed and popped, in the absence of light, under the foot of his sister, a sudden flash of radiance from the unknown popped through his soul, and his pain ceased to exist. Max never knew he had been alive, let alone existed at all.

   “Max!” Ruby called out, worry feeling her up as she stopped once again over the now dead body of her little brother. “Max! This is no time to play hide and go seek, Max. We must get you cleaned up and in your sailor suit before Grandma arrives.”

   Ruby continued to walk around the house. She searched in the bushes of the front lawn  and saw Roger walking up the sidewalk. The seven and a half year-old boy was carrying a soccer ball and was heading for the park to play with his friends. Ruby, never missing an opportunity to talk to the cool boy, ran up to the fence as he passed by.

   “Roger, Have you seen Max?” asked Ruby.

   “Nuh uh.”

   “Would you like to help me find him?” asked Ruby, hoping he would say yes. Roger looked at her and the house in thought. The older boy did like Max, but he looked at his soccer ball, still in thought. He liked soccer just as much, and he had friends waiting for him at the park.

   “Nuh uh.”

   “Oh… well if you see Max, will you send him back home,” Ruby asked, a little hurt that Roger was not going to stay.

   “Uh huh,” responded the seven and a half year-old boy with a smile. Roger then continued on toward the park as Ruby went back towards the backyard.

   The young white rabbit went back through the gate and stopped a third time in the spot where her flattened brother laid within her previous foot prints, the blood soaking into the powdery clay of the dirt path. She called out and looked around the area and concluded that Max was not in the backyard either. She stamped her foot, further flattening the dead boy’s body and causing him to stick to her foot. Thus, his smashed body was carried along as Ruby went up the porch steps and through the back door, all while crunching, squashing, and pulverizing the tiny corpse with every step.

   Grandma was arriving at any moment, and Max was hiding somewhere and probably getting dirtier and messier. Ruby sat down on the couch and thought hard as to where Max could have gone to when she heard the back door open.

   “Max?” Ruby questioned, thinking her brother finally came back to get his bath.

   “No Hun, It’s Grandma,” said the older and bigger rabbit as the adult walked in from the back of the house. “I thought we were going to eat outside?”

   “We were,” said Ruby with a sigh, “but Max is hiding somewhere, and I cannot find him.”

   “Oh? Well, I was walking through the back, and I just happen to see these little bloody spots leading into the house and to the couch,” said the always cheerful elder as she pointed to the floor.

   Ruby looked and saw the smears of drying blood and followed them all the way to the couch where she was sitting. She looked at the bottom of her foot and saw what looked like the neighbor’s white cat when it got ran over in the street one night and was crushed by multiple cars before being found a year ago.

   “Eww!” exclaimed Ruby. “What is it?”

   Grandma peeled the gore from the bottom of Ruby’s foot and gently lifted up a piece of the red and blue cloth that was attached to mess to where Ruby can see Max’s crushed head, with his eyes squished and dangling out beside his protruding tongue and shattered teeth.  The broken Shrink Ray Toy Gun was protruding from his overall’s front pocket. Everything quickly fell into place as to what had happened.

 

   “Oh no!” said Ruby. She looked at the bottom of her foot and saw her now even tinier little brother’s squished hand still stuck to the pink flesh of her foot, sorrow feeling her as she realized she had flattened and killed Max

   “Don’t worry dear,” comforted Grandma, scraping the boy’s remains from her hand and into a teacup. “After all, you always said Max was constantly getting ‘underfoot’.”

   Ruby grinned at the bad joke and hugged her loving Grandma.

   “Now, how about that lunch in the backyard,” continued the senior as she comforted the young white rabbit. “And afterward, we can bury Max with your Mom and Dad.”

   The two rabbits got up and walked to the kitchen and to the backyard, leaving the remains of the tiny little brother dead in the teacup.

The End

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