♫ "Her name was Lola, she was a show girl.. With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.." ♫
"Don't look at ME like that, I didn't write it! Blame Barry Manilow!"
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Mr. Manilow was having a fairly normal day until he stepped down into his living room and found a large white rabbit under his piano. He'd have to say, if rabbits could look angry, this one certainly did.
She thumped at him when bunny thoughts couldn't get through his adult self-absorption. You'd think more artists would be open to this sort of thing, but no, she got stuck mostly with a Viking and a Canadian and both generally refused to 'translate' to nearby two feet.
Mr. Manilow looked down into the mug he was carrying and sniffed it. No, still tea.
A second rabbit appeared from the den and dashed under the piano. The two rabbits seemed to be having a conversation before the second one, with a very dashing smudge on his nose, put said nose to the white bunnies butt and gave a shove. With a strangely human sigh, the white rabbit thumped and glared again before the two hopped off down the hall.
Too many late nights, not enough sleep. That must be it.
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"Did you snip the guitars?" Miss Lola asked, flumping on Speedy's secondary spare bed.
"Oh, I got four of them, but he had an awful lot and I heard him come into the living room."
"Stupid slippers, we'd have heard him sooner if it wasn't for slippers on the carpet!"
"Sorry I didn't see him." Speedy looked embarrassed.
"Feh." Miss Lola said before turning around to give Speedy a lick upside his face. "I got his upright and his grand. A showgirl. Hmph."
"You know," Speedy said thoughtfully, "Maybe we should not do acts of vengeance during the day? The humans tend to walk in, our humans might miss us.."
"Vengeance must be served when it's been declared! Besides, I put the plushie in my bed, my humom will never notice the difference."