It
was with every intention of malice that Holly, Chigusa’s Holland Lop bunny, bit
my ankle and wouldn’t let go. I told her as much, but that girlfriend of mine
defended the dwarf rabbit and accused me of delusions and oversensitivity. “How
can,” she began, “such a cute creature like Holly have that kind of thoughts?
Look at her!”
I
looked at the big floppy ears, large eyes and button nose.
“Even
Satan was once considered devilishly handsome,” I reminded Chigusa and made an
effort to look in pain.
