JULIUS: Grammy! Come see what I made!
GRAMMY: Not something made out of toilet paper rolls, I hope?
JULIUS: Uh, uh. I made it with Typhus.
GRAMMY: Typhus? What happened to Brian?
JULIUS: Typhus is cool. Brian is boring.
GRAMMY: Well, that sure as hell backfired.
JULIUS: What?
GRAMMY: Nothing. Show me what you made.
JULIUS: How do you like it?
GRAMMY: Snow bunnies! Not bad, Julius. Not bad at all. And that’s a nice little nest you got there for the babies.
JULIUS: That’s not a nest, Grammy.
GRAMMY: No? Then what the hell is it?
JULIUS: The daddy bunny ate the Mommy and the baby bunnies. Can’t you see his teeth?
GRAMMY: Why would he eat his family?
JULIUS: Because they tried to get away. Typhus said if the daddy bunny couldn’t have them, no one could. So he ate them.
GRAMMY: Oh, geez.
JULIUS: What’s the matter, Grammy?
GRAMMY: Your mother’s gonna tar and feather me. That’s what. (sigh) Come on. Let’s go inside. I think I need a shot of whiskey.
Photo: V.E. Velanis
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