I play out my dark thoughts in plays involving human and human form animals. Where others see fairy tales and nursery rhynes I saw a deadly dark some what twisrted scene. I imagined myself as a rabbit in the times of Farmer MacGregors pitch fork, or one of the three little pigs being eastern by the Big Bad Wolf. My persona is an animal in mostly human form but an animal none the less. Maybe it's easier for me to deal with the killing and gore which I do enjoy the thought of. This story I blogged recently. If anyone who reads this likes the ideas and images and would like to role play this or similar send me a note here at DFN or my email: roxxielove@ymail.com
I hope you enjoy but then again you might just as easily see me as extremely weird, which I may in fact be...
Robin and Mrs. Bun:
It was early in the morning when the boy dressed and moved quietly downstairs. The sun was not yet up and the dew covered the lush back yard garden and grounds. He has seen her a couple of times from the window of his room. A quite huge bunny and a hungry one too. His grandmother was still asleep and he would need to be back by the time she awoke and needed her tea and breakfast. He had set his archery bow and three arrows in the garden green house adjoining the old cottage. He was counting on the bunny's voracious hunger and that he had not chased her away but just watched her since he discovered that the bunny was feeding off the sweet flowers and petals. He could have shooed her away and he knew that being timid creatures she most likely would not be back. No, he wasn't going to scare this one off. The air was cool as he moved down the path to the perennial garden. His grandmother wouldn't be pleased if she knew what he was up to....

As he moved down the path edge crouching low he held his bow at the ready the quiver with the hunting arrows hanging from his shoulder. He knew a bunny's habits: they fed in the cool of the predawn morning or just after sunset. This one apparently preferred to feed in the early morning. He hadn't seen her about during the day or evening. She was quite huge and he imagined that she would be quite a feast for a fox. She also couldn't be quite fast and would be easy prey. His heart raced as he moved closer and saw the tall cone flowers rustling. These field rabbits had a keen sense of scent but very poor eyesight, quite myopic. He positioned himself between the place he expected to find her and the rising sun. She would be quite blind and with her immense size an easy target. He had thought long and hard and studied the anatomy charts in the field guides as to where a bunny was vulnerable. Though huge in size they buns had small but small hearts. He was an expert archer but he doubted he could be expected to place the arrow thru her heart.

I munched on the tasty cone flower blossoms and stalks. This garden was truly lovely, thick and lush affording me so many different tasty blooms. Best yet the heavy tall growth gave me good concealment and I could move about in safety. I would have to finish my gorging soon as the sunrise was soon to happen. Munching I lifted me head, my long ears peaked and listened for any sound. All I heard was the sound of an occasional song bird and the dripping of the heavy dew. My nose twitched as I caught the scent of the daises, black eyed Susan’s, the overpowering sweet lilacs and hostas. I resumed my feeding my tummy swelling from the bulk I had consumed. As I ate I lifted my leg and felt the release of a strong stream of warm almost hot urine from my bladder letting it flow unabashedly from the nether bush between my legs. Relieved I moved to find a final crop of the large hostas before I would make my way back to my nest.

The boy saw the bun's ears, tall and peaked pop up above the tall blooms. He froze hoping that his stalking had not been detected. His sister Lucy would never be detected but this was his first true hunt. If Lucy was here they would have hinted this huge bun together. There would be o way any bun no matter how big could escape the both of them. He decided after the studying the field guide that he would aim for the bun's head and look to shoot her in her brain. The sunrays were gliding across the garden now and his heart seemed like it would beat out o his chest. He moved into the tall grasses of the garden to position himself for the shot. He saw the bun pop up her ears again. This time exposing her head. He knew she couldn't see him as he looked at her pale pink face, big eyes, beautiful tall ears, pouting lips, twitching nose and long delicate whiskers. The field guide noted her as a female Lepus, timidus, gigantis; quite rare and among the best tasting for her savory fatty meat. This type of lepus, timidus, birthed often and as a mammal suckled her young and produced milk almost constantly whether pregnant or not. He had recently felt the first stirrings of puberty and now the feeling was most intense. The bun dropped her head, presumably to keep feeding. The next time she raised it he would have his bow ready, an arrow in the string, the wicked missile with the feathered end and steel tip ready.


Tummy bloated, I kept my head low my ears up listening intently. My nose twitching rapidly I caught the scent of danger. One quick look as I popped my head up my eyes blinded by the bright rays of the rising sun. TWHACK!! Something hit my head and I felt my body go limp. The thick garden grass came up to meet me as I dropped and rolled to my side then rocked back belly up. I tried to raise my front paw to feel the pain in my head but couldn't. I could feel my heart race wildly skipping beats as at the same time my breaths became rapid pants. My vision clouded my right eye seemingly blind I felt something grab me hard at the base of my ears. Sounds I could not understand then a sharp pain in my head, a flash of color ripped across my brain. I could feel my legs twitch and kick uncontrollably as a warm wet feeling covered my face. Another heavy impact to my head and all went black,


He waits for me to pop my head up again, his arrow at the ready, just 30 feet from where I am feeding. His pulse is racing but he knows that he holds the bow steady, drawn back as my head comes up over the flowers. The arrow runs true, THWACK!...'Got her!" he tells himself excitedly as he sees the arrow strike my head to the back of my left temple. He excited to see a spatter of blood in the air and moves quickly. My huge body is sprawled out on my back. He sees the arrow was an "in and thru" shot, the feathered end stuck deep in my skull and the point sticking out a full 12 inches on the other side of my skull. My left leg is twitching wildly as my damaged dying brain sends wild nerve impulses to my appendages. He bends down and grips the feathered end of the arrow feeling it stuck tight in my head. Blood pushes out from my mouth and nostrils in a thick slow thick stream of deep crimson. He moves his hand tight to my milk swollen breast feeling the full taut teat. As he does so my bladder releases and an arching stream of pungent urine splashes out onto the garden floor. He holds the arrow tightly as he picks up a fist sized granite garden stone. He brings it down hard between my ears. I give out a squeak then a sputter of blood from my mouth. 'Hold still Mrs. Bun' he whispers then CRACK a second smash to my skull with the rock. He feels life leave me instantly as go limp. He smiles as he drops the rock and feels my skull. The point of impact is soft and he knows he has cracked my skull with a killing blow.