Hell Bunny

holiday story

Hell Bunny

By

Dick Noble

 

 

     The gaunt black and tan hound threw a glace over its shoulder, drool splashing its matted coat. Its wind was gone but maybe, just maybe, it had run far enough. Slowly the dog walked up the slope with its heaving sides sucking in fresh air and rested on the black basalt rock at the hill’s crest.

     The exhausted dog, surveyed the creek valley below with dim eyes and sharp ears for any sign of its tormentor. There, in the willow wands, it caught a flash of movement. It was searching for him. The dog cowered in the shadows of the rock hoping its pursuer would pass by and not notice him.

      A large gray and white shape hopped over the crest of the hill, sampled the air currents with its cute twitching nose and pounced on the poor canine tearing it apart like a piece of lettuce.

      The bunny felt good, at the top of his game, but the dog was just a warm up for his showdown with fatty. The final match to determine which holiday would reign supreme. Christmas was coming and so was the Easter Bunny

                     END

 

Reviews

[mickeroo]

Interesting premise. I wonder though, is the dog representing a holiday? I couldn't think of one, though I realize it may be a Canadian thing.

Some quick grammar notes:

Never separate the subject of a sentence from the verb with just one comma. For example, there should not be a comma after "dog" in the second paragraph.

Make sure you decide if the dog is an "it" or a "him." You can't go back and forth.