crabbits.

The howle:

The rabbit wespt throught the hole and found a bodacious bonicle bearing tidings of cripe. And then it said "cripe" and a hole appeared and the rabbit went ker-plunk right down to the bottom of the hole (because the hole bearing tidings of cripe actually was meant to make one say 'cripe', and then the hole would move to under the individual saying 'cripe'). So the rabbit found itself at the bottom of the hole. And it said to itself, "well, I better not say 'cripe' anymore because if I do, another bad thing might happen. But then again, if I say 'cripe', the situation might be reversed...";:.,., so the rabbit stole upon that fancied notion and ventured to speak the syllable 'c' followed by 'ripe', and immediately the hole started a-sputtering and a-shaking and it spewed the rabbit out of its mouth (and if you could have heard what the hole was thinking, you would have heard a voice saying 'errr, that was lukewarm!') and the rabbit landed on soggy grass. Then, it said "I'm tired" in the expected falsetto voice and proceeded to slip into the secondary state on consciousness, and the rest of the story has been erased because the rabbit's dreams were baaaaaaad.

Just for ye-our information, it's not the kind of dream you're thinking aboot, sick person. It actually was a recap of the previous circumstance the rabbit found itself in, so because of redundancy's sake it was edited out. The following is the rest of the story:

So the worms started eating the pumpkin pie and everyone was happy.

THE END!

Hope you enjoyed that little children's tale. Perhaps some might want to sue the author for destroying a little kiddyling's mind. But you, the respective parental figure are responsible for that one. Heh heh heh.

Do you think it should be illegal to be able to publish a book on "how to build a home-made bomb"? On one hand, freedom of speech. On the other, safety. Hmm?
No, that's your responsibility, not mine. I convene. Rather, I disband.