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RUFF with Rodger Rabbit

In the midst of the lush, green foliage, I moved about, with Roger Rabbit oblivious to the intricate web of tracking I had meticulously woven in anticipation of this very moment.

The rabbit lives underground and rarely comes up, so I knew he wouldn't catch onto my plans. I had marked every tree & left my mischievous piles of stench all around, building an aroma that my own unhinged mother wouldn’t dare go near!

I knew there would be no one coming above his underground mansion anytime soon!

Just when it seemed like eons, Roger Rabbit finally made himself out of his burrow, twisting his nose at the stench!

When his white, fluffy tail swayed in the gentle breeze, unaware of my looming presence, I knew it was time to make my move.

With calculated stealth, I closed the distance between us, ready to execute my long-awaited ambush.

"GOT YA!" I declared triumphantly as I lunged at Roger Rabbit, seizing him in my determined K9 grip, his fate sealed by my relentless pursuit.

Despite his frantic struggles and desperate protests echoing in the deserted wilderness, there was no refuge or rescue for him, just the echo of our confrontation resonating through the tranquil surroundings.

I seized the opportunity to confront him, challenging his belief that Easter was an exclusive celebration reserved for diminutive tiny human creatures honoring a distant figure, The Mysterious Jesus Creature.

I snarled, letting him know he had been caught lacing those Easter eggs with the unthinkable.

Chocolate.

With a deep growl, I reminded them of what they did to the last Easter Bunny for is negligent disregard for canine companions, urging him to dedicate efforts towards creating non-lethal eggs to safeguard our kind from perilous temptations.

The seductive allure of chocolate-laden eggs woven by his crafty paws posed a fatal threat to unsuspecting dogs like me, entrapping us in a tantalizing spell of impending peril, while our human allies remained unaware of the looming danger.

I emphasized the urgency of his reconsideration, implying that his safety hinged on swiftly altering his deceptive practices, lest he incur the wrath of my unyielding jaws.

A threat hinted at the consequences he narrowly escaped. Baring my ferocious K9’s left him in a panic, and he promised to produce some of the best Easter eggs in the Easter bunny history… infusing them with dog treats.

If he doesn’t pull through, let’s just saw I’ve got my paws on him.

Xx,

Hades