It's no fair I'm not a bunny.
What Bunny really needs to understand is that in 10th grade, bunnies are not allowed to eat homework. But Bunny ate my actual 10th grade homework. Here's all how it started. Bunny sleeps in my room. I was having a really good dream that I was at Swirlz, my favorite candy store and I bought a HUGE Butterfinger bar for just 35 cents! Then I heard a noise. It sounded like "Sth-ch-ch-chomp! Gnakkakkaggkkaggk! HOWMP! HOW! CHOW-OW-OWRROOOREEE....". Then I thought, Is someone eating my candy bar? I was so surprised I woke up. There I saw Bunny eating something. Something white. Something white with blue lines. Something white with blue lines and marks made with pencil. There was a huge chunk of it that said my name on it. IT WAS MY HOMEWORK!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! At least Miss Kayla would believe me. At school, she said "Homework time! Pass down your homework!" Then she asked me "How come I have everyone's homework but yours?" I said "My bunny ate my homework." "Ha!" shouted Miss Kayla. "Can't fool me. You don't have proof."
And that's how it started.
