Poor Bunny

Arising in the palace (that is what I call my current, wonderful place of residency) on my third day there, I go down to the kitchen to find this on the stove:

How can I make myself a nice breakfast when looking at a decapitated chocolate bunny of this sort? Not to mention all pots and pans used the night before to make this beautiful masterpiece were still left out with the remains of what you see on this plate. That poor bunny… and no, I have no idea what is sitting next to the bunny. I’m guessing a brownie, but I am learning quickly to never assume anything in the palace.

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One Response to Poor Bunny

  1. Kam says:

    How did it taste?

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