Never trust Bunnies .2

    I thought it had to be the most adorable thing I'd ever seen (I don't know why 'adorable' sounds like a very stupid word, but there was nothing else for it.) My Grandmother had at least five bunnies crawling about in her living room, there was a white one and a grey one and also a black and grey one and a black and white one; but the one that caught my eye, was just a plain and plump brown and white hare who was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. He wiggled his nose, just the amount below comical and above odd before I leaned down to cover him with pets and laughter. It was really adorable, even if that word is stupid.
    I played with him for a while, I'm not sure how one would play with a hare really, but I'm rather sure that's what I did. Grandmother then took her rabbits away to be fed... I don't know how I never thought of her missing dogs once as she did this... When I was allowed to meet with the hare again he was still as plump and soft, but, his right eye seemed to be irritated, red and runny. He was still the most adorable thing I'd ever seen; when I asked to take him out I didn't even notice how odd taking a hare out to play was. Neither did grandmother, because she let me.
    Outside I didn't even do much, just walking around, I'm pretty sure I was holding the hare...Perhaps he was lighter and stiller then he first looked? Grandmother's backyard seemed a bit bigger, and the fences a bit taller, it was also missing the swingset she had Grandfather install a couple of years ago. The hole her dog Ducken dug seemed bigger, as it had when he was younger and able to keep it free of cascading dirt, and everything seemed so much fresher. Her bird feeder was not there, or maybe it was and I just didn't look hard enough; I did head to the two trees near the side of her house much quicker then I would normally (Creepy old trees.) My cousin was there.
    She looked so familiar, like not a thing was changed about her, her smile seemed a smidgeon more gentle and her laughter perhaps a twitch too girly...But it made me realize just how young Grandmother seemed to be... She asked if I would like to play with her pet, and I surely Did Not. The thing was monstrous and disgusting! Yes, I have to admit it was 'cute' but it's EYES, just staring without blinking... I didn't need to be told what the feather-furred thing was. An owl and a rabbit mixed together, Grandmother's plain and plump rabbit was rather enough animal for me thank you kindly! I left then, at least, I'm sure I left, I suppose my eyes were closed most of the time (Probably because I didn't want to see another one of those things. )
    The door creaked open and a left her small washing room and gazed quizzically at the hare who was now on the ground. I was pretty sure I took him outside, I didn't remember setting him down, but they where many things I didn't remember about today, I guess I was just being scatter brained. The hare jumped away when I tried picking him up, then he jumped down the stairway, I was certain there was a gate in front of that stairway. Perhaps my Grandmother had moved it? I followed after the rabbit, tapping the shelf my Grandparents kept chips on, it seemed much too close, I could never reach it at all, and Grandfather couldn't even reach it unless he was on the second step and stretching...
    Down the stairs I went in search of the pleasant rabbit and his now two runny red eyes (I wonder how his left one got runny with me watching him, but I suppose the other eye infected it? ) I passed by the door my grandmother put litterboxes in for her now deceased cats, and passed the area in the basement that often reminded me of some sort of blacksmith's workshop...(I really should as Grandfather about that later.) I saw the bunny disappear behind the curve of the piled up boxes and I leaped after him. This time I did realize something very strange, Grandfather's den was NOT there, and ANOTHER set of stairs could lead out and into the basement....It reached the first floor right were Grandmother's table used to be... I climbed the steps and as I saw the rabbit I forgot everything.
    I sat on the ground with my legs like an M (I don't see how that's bad for my knees) and held the hare, who seemed much too happy to let me. I never mentioned the word 'rabbit', or 'hare, or 'bunny' for that matter aloud... Wasn't it obvious that was what they were? Though my mother seemed to think I had....
    "Why do you insist on calling that thing a rabbit when it obviously isn't?!" (I never called it a 'rabbit' as I've said, it's more like a hare..)Why my mother said this still seemed odd, so, I looked down at him.
    Slick blood covered every inch of its grotesque and forced form, its head pulsed with lumps and grooves so unnatural I could feel the need to hurl. Its body so stick-like and curved like a crane's was matted with blood-caked fur, the feet of the creature coiled menacingly as they shuffled against the floor  (Obviously I'd push that thing off!) And it's wings, so demented and harsh like that of a demon draped limply over its back. Blood, blood was so obvious and there sickly feathers clung to the membranes of its ruffling wings.
    I felt the need to scream, scream as loud as I could for as long as possible but my mouth just wouldn't make a sound as it stretched and arched with horror. I think the thing pitied me... because it craned it's head and lifted it's wings, staring with bead red-stained eyes so far from the wide brown eyes of the adorable creature this mess somehow once was... It's face was perhaps the most horrifying thing of all (Despite the way it's body contracted and heaved like some mutilated  animal attempting to breath.) I watched with terror rather then fascination as its 'beak' began to opened, how could that even pass as a beak?! It seemed to arch and curve, but made from the cartilage of a bat's- Do bat's even have cartilage in their muzzles?! Saliva trails spilled from the roof of it's mouth and drenched the floor beneath it. The wider the beak got the more noticeable it became.
    Within the throbbing, misplaced, repulsive dome of a head, the face of a bat  rolled out from the back of its throat, eyes as clear as any, fur drenched with blood and saliva, it's mouth open, and it, screamed.