I didn’t want to stand out any longer.
I had had enough. In desperation I decided to blend in. I thought about it carefully and elected to dye my hair blue. However, my hair was scarce and I only had enough for off white at the most. Normally, I could live with an adjustment like that. But, as it turns out, I already owned an off white hare, and, not being a being prone to commerciality, I found myself unable to rip off my rabbit.
So to be fair and respect his individuality… I shot him.
I then painted him the appropriate shade of blue and wore him as a hat upon my head.
Looking commercial at last, and anxious to show off my new blue hare, I went out.
Everyone agreed; I looked the height of fashion… except of course for my hair dresser, who, as it turns out, was a hare herself and was only jealous and later, actually ripped off my rabbitesque-type hare hat.
Infuriated and hareless, I swore revenge. I stalked and slithered and snuck up on my hairdresser as she was eating a BLT without the B. She wore my new blue hare so matter of factly upon her head like a queen. All the waitresses complimented her on her good taste and commerciality.
Oddly enough, I found myself agreeing with them! The two hares worked well together, and not wanting to break up a matched set, I made a hairdresser’s mother very sad.
Today, I am the proud owner of a double-decker rabbit habit. However uncommercial it may be… you can imagine how pleased I am.