"Shut up for now, Snaapel, you'll get your chance soon enough." Propain replied, "Then you'll have all the Fudd children's toes you could ever want."
"Yippee (fluff)! That's GRRRREEAT (wigglefluff)! Can I start now?" Snaapel pleaded.
"Okay, Snaapel, if it'll shut you up, you can go into the gym area and lure ONE of them into the forum room on that floor. There are no classes currently in progress there, so you can kill ONE of them. All right Snaapel? Remember, only ONE!" Propain begrudgingly said into the radio. Propain was one of the most anti-human buns on the planet, but he didn't want to create such a huge commotion until all of the backup troops came. He was well aware of Snaapel's unusually strong taste for the toes of young children, Fudd or not.
Propain was able to keep Snaapel from blowing their cover until now, but he wasn't sure if Snaapel would actually stay within East Fudd Junior High for this mission. The last time Snaapel was on a mission, back when he was stationed in rural Canada, even after killing the main Fudds in the area, he went haywire and left the entire population of children ages 4 to 16 in that town without toes. After that fiasco, Propain, Snaapel, and their partner, Screwloose were transferred to Edderville, California.
"I hope he doesn't lose it again. We have too many allies here for him to screw it up." Propain thought to himself.
Propain sighed at his desk, thinking about the events of the past few months. First, there was a rash of anti-bunny activity in the area about five years ago. The entire war lasted only two years, and was kept a pretty good secret from the public. It all ended with the death of Togo Levinson, the last living Fudd in Edderville. All was quiet for a while, and then a new school began construction. When Propain researched the name of it "East Fudd Junior High" he nearly wet his fur! It was one thing that the Fudds were building a school for newbie Fudds, but right in front of them? Blatantly brandishing the name Fudd? It was almost too much to bear! In a way, the establishment of this school was a blessing in disguise. It had been a slow year, and not much was actually happening in Edderville. Most people had become symps by now, so this junior high thing gave him an excuse to kill some Fudds. It actually is a Fudd school, right? There weren't any armed guards at the entrance and his entire platoon got inside the school rather easily. In fact, the whole place seems to be run by symps! Was he mistaken? No. No! It has to be an undercover Fudd operation. It just had to be! Right?
Gym class began like any other gym class. The teacher, complete with HUGE muscles, a baseball cap, and a can of Spam, began class. He ordered everyone into lines, and began to take attendance. Tomer was standing next to Chris, Sam, Joey, and Tim. Tomer thought about what he had seen that day. A talking rabbit? That's impossible!
Joey wondered aloud, "What's Sam doing?" Tomer looked in Sam's direction and saw him chasing a small bunny down the hallway and out of the gym. At a second glance, Tomer recognized the brown spot covering the bunny's eye.
"That's the same rabbit who…" Tomer began, but after getting a bewildered look from Chris, decided to skip gym class and go after Sam.
"I have a bad feeling about this" Tomer thought aloud. Tomer followed a constantly crouching Sam all the way to a nearby forum room. Fearing that the hall monitors would catch him, Tomer decided to try going through the ventilation shafts that ran through the entire school. He was used to the workings of ventilation systems, as he had often used them in his elementary school to keep from being found cutting class. When Tomer crawled near the forum room, he heard the faint sounds of screaming. Forum rooms were soundproof, so nobody but he could hear what was happening. The next sounds Tomer heard chilled him to the bone.
"My toes! My toes!! Help me SOMEBODY PLEASE!!!" Tomer crawled over to the vent that led into the forum room. What he saw next nearly made him pass out in sheer terror. He saw Sam, backed into a corner with the brown-eye-spotted bunny slowly hopping towards him. Sam's left shoe and sock were off, and Tomer could clearly see through all the blood that his big and second toes were missing.
Sam yelled again, "Help me please!!! Is anyone there? This bunny is eating my TOES!!!!"
Tomer was too shocked to move, and he witnessed the bunny devour more of his friend's toes, one by one. Sam's left foot had three toes, then two, then only his pinkie toe, than none! Sam was crippled with pain as he held his badly injured foot up to his chest.
Then the bunny spoke, "Delicious (fluff)! Delicious (wigglefluff) got any more? Let's find out, shall we?" With that, it pulled off Sam's right shoe and sock, and proceeded to bite off Sam's big toe. The sickening sound of crunching bone filled Tomer's ears, and the little boy could handle no more. Tomer shut his eyes with maddening determination, as if the slightest bit if resistance could force his eyes open to see his friend go through such ghastly torture. Sam's terrified screams and the sickening sounds of crunching bone filled the air vent Tomer was curled up in.
Finally, Sam's screams abruptly ended soon after a cute bunny voice spoke, "Ahhhh… good taste, a bit stringy though. Oh well, time to report to Propain. Oh, and by the way, it's time to say good-night kid". The next sounds heard was a slash, and gurgling breathing, which stopped soon after it started. Tomer waited until the bunny left, then he frantically ran to the nearest bathroom, and vomited up about a week's worth of food.
