A Bunny Documentation of Events
Once upon a time, on a day that started with algorithmic betrayal at 2 AM, The Queen yelled at God.
"GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN!"
And lo, the mail contained $500.
But the day was not done.
She had sent a message to a man who had taken much and left little. A theological message. A precise one. Detailed directions to a very specific location: Hell.
And the universe said: "That's good. But what if he ALSO had to see you in person?"
And so it was that on the highway, at the off-ramp, behind the very car containing the woman and her two children - appeared the man.
Three middle fingers rose like flags of a tiny, victorious nation.
"In case the text wasn't clear," the fingers said, "here is a visual aid."
He turned away.
She drove home.
The Kingdom celebrated the divine timing. The Petty Color Guard rejoiced with ice cream, too many laughs and one very triumphant Squirrel, crown slightly askew but still atop her head.
Documentation complete.
Bunny note: In case she wasn't clear enough this morning- the Universe delivered it in stereo. Written AND in person. Morning AND evening. The divine timing of making sure you got the message. In Triplicate. As deserved.
(Filed under: The Petticoated Queen. Petty-Blue Bloodline. The Ex-Files.)