is this the real life?

While Alfrun may have found the situation quite pressing, Jupiter did not which would be a surprise to no one. “Alright, alright, I’m hurrying.” He ambled after his wife, his actions very clearly countering his words. This was just such a bad idea. He had no problem with the rabbit. Purple hippety hop? Fine, that was fine. He’d chase it, eat it, and the like provided, you know, it didn’t glow on the inside but even then he might be tempted. The rabbit was fine. It was the witchcraft that made him squirrely. He liked none of it. Not the potions, not the amulets, not the rituals or the staring she did like he was a puzzle she needed to figure out. All of it: creepy. And he wanted to play no part in the boiling of rabbit balls or the scooping out of eyes or whatever the fuck she had in mind for the little freak.

He’d hoped it was gone, but nope. Dumb little bastard was “hiding”. Jupiter sucked on his bottom teeth as he eyed it. “Yeah…” Welp, no time like the present. He took a deep breath. “Alright, I’m on it.” Jupiter halfheartedly crept around behind the log. He lay in waiting until the flicker of what looked like ears signaled its attention was elsewhere and then he pounced. He got both paws on it but then it did what rabbits did and squirted out of his grasp somehow.

Jupiter watched as it took off like a little purple lightning bolt in Alfrun’s direction. “Aw well, better luck next time…” She was half blind and looked like a stiff wind could carry her off. If they tangled that rabbit would win, no question, so naturally he was quick to write it off.