She hopped over to him, and said, "You look very sad. What's wrong?" "I want to kill myself but I don't know how," he confessed. "Now, why would a handsome rabbit like you want to kill himself?" she asked. "Because nothing is going right. My girl friend left me. My favorite garden has been fenced off. A fox bit my ear. And I feel insignificant." He leaned forward to show her the bite mark. "My, oh, my," she said. "Let me lick it." "You'd do that for me?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "If a fox bit my ear, I'd want somebody to lick it for me." "OK," he said, "but take it easy. It hurts a lot." So the female rabbit licked his ear. He felt good. "What's your name?" she asked. "Furball." "I like that," she said. "Very cute." "What's yours?" he asked. "Sweet Thing." "Me?" he wanted to know. "Yes, you're very sweet," she told him. "But that's also my name." "Oh," he said, and tested it with is own lips. "Sweet Thing. I like that. "Good," she said. "And I like the way you taste." "You do?" he asked. "Yes." "Great," he exclaimed, and continued to enjoy her soothing licks. He couldn't believe it, but what felt like a new life was swirling all through is body. "How's that?" she asked, finishing her TLC of his ear. "Much better," he told her. "You know," she said, sitting down beside him, "I live by a great garden. There's no fence, and you're welcome to come there and eat." "I am?" he asked. "Yes." "Don't you have a male rabbit who loves you?" "No," she said, "he left me for another rabbit." "I'm sorry," Furball said. "Don't worry," I'll get over it," Sweet Thing sort of sighed. "But I wish I could meet another male rabbit, one I really like." By now our suicidal rabbit was thinking, Hey, who would have believed it just a few minutes ago? My life just might work out! And, even if life is just ephemera in the eye of time, I might be able to fit in enough happiness to be glad I'm alive. "How about me?" he asked. "Well, I like you a lot, but I'm not sure I could be happy with a rabbit who is so depressed he would take his own life." "Oh, I'm all over that now," he told her. "And, if you were my girl friend, I'd be all over it forever." "You would?" "Yes," he said, and snuggled up to her. "I'd have so much to live for!" "Wow," she said, "and so would I. Would you like to come to my garden and eat something?" "Love it," he told her. "Great. Then off we go!" she replied. And so off they hopped, to live happily ever after.
About the Author Tom Attea, humorist and creator of http://NewsLaugh.com, has had six shows produced Off-Broadway. Critics have called his writing "delightfully funny," "witty," with "great humor and ebullience" and "good, genuine laughs."



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