The moment Thomas saw Templeton coming in through
the open window, carrying a dead, bloody rabbit on his mouth, he
screamed.
“Oh my God!
What the hell!”
“Dinner!”
announced Templeton, throwing the animal onto the kitchen sink.
“Prepare it, human!”
“It’s…
it’s still moving!”
Templeton
came closer and whacked
its head.
“Not
anymore!”
Thomas nearly
puked.
“Look, idiot. I don’t know what the hell you
did, you made me pee publicly and roll all over the piss as if I was
a fucking animal.”
“Oh. I
forgot that,” he replied,
separating a hind leg from the bunny’s body, munching it with skin
and fur.
“Have you?!
Really! I spent two fucking days on the fucking mental hospital!
People thought I was mad! Mad! Me!”
Templeton
looked him up and down, stating:
“I can see
why.”
“I have not a ghost of a
chance with Eva now. Nothing. She thinks I’m crazy. You’ve ruined
everything.”
Templeton
observed puny, little Thomas with a quiet, threatening intensity,
while crunching the bunny’s frail bones with his teeth.
Thomas went
to bed, defeated.
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