In a bout of boredom, I decided to go around to the various people I talk to with a question. I asked them all the same thing -- to write me a story involving a bunny and a bridge. I didn't tell them this, but the entire premise of the question was to determine their views on love. Essentially, the bridge represents your life, with the rabbit being your view on love. Needless to say, this bunny met with disaster quite a few times. Rather disconcerting.

So, do you want to spread the love? Or at least find out what other people *really* think of it? Go for it! Bother your friends for a story (the bunny and the bridge, of course) and record their responses. Then just send them in to me, and you'll officially be a part of the morbidly enlightening project we've started here. Make sure you don't let them know the significance of the bridge and bunny, though, it totally just kills it. Have fun!
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The Bunny Bridge Project
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Jenn's Story:

One sunny day, a small white bunny was hopping and noticed a bridge leading to the best patch of clover he'd ever seen. With hungry gleaming eyes, the bunny starts making his way across the bridge.
After a couple hops a voice sounded from below. "No, no, no, you're doing it all wrong. It's supposed to be 'clickity-clack,' not 'floppity-flop.' What are you wearing, house slippers?" Out from under the bridge climbs a five-foot-six rock troll, complete with warts and mottled grey skin. "Hey, you're not one of the goat brothers."
"Ah, duh. What gave you the first clue: the height, the ears, or the tail?" smirked the bunny.
The troll blinked,"Uh..."
"Nevermind," the bunny sighed,"just move over so I can get acrossed, ok?"
This statement regrouped the troll's thought train. "You can't get acrossed because I'm going to eat you now and there isn't a thing you can do about it."
The rabbit replies,"Wanna bet?"
Suddenly springing into the air, the bunny lunges, ripping out the troll's troat and snapping it's windpipe, making the troll choke on it's on blood. Splattered with gore, the bunny continues across the bridge for the rest of he's evening meal, making a mental note not to take his iron pill tonight.

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