Day 66: If It Speaks, Smack It!

I saw a skull with bunny ears. So I grabbed a stick and smacked it. Real hard right between the eyes, er, well sorta on the forehead I guess. Anyway, I was gearing up my swing for another unsaintly crack at it when it burst out crying "WWhy did you do that? OOOooOOoOOooooOOooOOOoooOo!" That last bit was pain, scary I know. So I said "Well, your a skull with bunny ears,"
"And what's that got to do with it, hu??" Some angriness in it's tone.
"Well it’s just what you’re supposed to do. If you see a skull with bunny ears, you pick up a stick and smack it." I replied so knowingly and up myself like.
"You’re the mean beaver!" It did scream.

So I golf-balled it over the neighbouring fence. No one calls me a beaver, no, I am a marshmallow! And why should I give some unholy beast the Christmas Cheer when it speaks to me in that tone?

A Purpleback Has Silvery Wings.