On that fateful day,

My sister turned so grey.

And fury and small,

She thought  me very tall.

She could not talk or walk.

So i mistook her for food!

Eating my sister isn't a habbit,

That day she turned into a rabbit.

I took her into mum and dad,

And without knowing she was my sister,

We ate her for our tea!

But I hear you ask,how did she do it? Turning into a rabbit ,I mean.

That bit isn't very beliveable.

But I shall tell you anyway.

She only ate rabbit food such as museli and salad.

I am not being rude,that's the truth,that was all she ever ate.

Until finally her stomach started churning and she became....

A small,grey,fury RABBIT!

Now I am paying for what I did to my poor sister.

I am in prison now, in a small  enclosure

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updated Apr 29 '11 by CrystalSouth