Rhapsodies

“So Mr. Ng, we meet again,” The white rabbit said as it slowly walked down the stairs. It swished the wine glass in its paw. Silently hoards of huge hulking rabbits appeared behind him. They hopped downstairs flanking Kevin and the Artist.

“We do?” Kevin asked.

“Don’t tell me you forgot General Stachys’ right-hand rabbit. After all, we’ve been through.”

“Stack house? Do you mean the Easter bunny? Kevin vaguely remembered it all from a dream he had a couple of years ago. Behind him, one of the paintings showed images of flower baskets and eggs and yellow teeth.

The white rabbit sniffed. “Don’t play coy, Mr. Ng of course I mean Easter’s Bunny. Did you really think that you had killed me when you thwarted my general’s plans?”

Kevin tried to remember anything about the White Rabbit but continued to draw a blank. “No.” He said.

“Of course you didn’t. How could you have imagined that my genius could be stopped so easily?” The White Rabbit laughed. “and how could you imagine that trying would make this personal?

Kevin thought for a moment.” I don’t know.” He said.

Of course, you don’t. But I can assure you, Mr. Ng, acquiring the dream for my lady and my General may be my duty, taking it from you over your dead body shall be my pleasure.”