Elmer Bags Bugs, Chapter One
Moonlight glinted off the weapon held in the hunter’s hand. He watched as his bitterest foe approached. Watched the weapon draw nearer. Panted softly as the hunter spoke:
‘Now I’ve got you, you wascally wabbit. You can’t escape now. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.’
Bugs Bunny held on tightly to his carrot and tried unsuccessfully to retreat further into the unyielding doorway. The hour he had dreaded for so long was upon him. But he would survive. Becoming rabbit pie was not an option he cared to explore!
Drawing in a deep breath, he came to a decision.
All at once the tenseness seemed to drain out of him. He leaned languidly against the door frame. ‘Yeah, Doc, you got me. So, what you gonna do with me, huh?’
He watched as Elmer Fudd’s eyes widened at his husky tones, widened further as they took in his changed body language.
One hand holding his carrot in a death-grip, he extended the other hand towards the suddenly frozen creature in front of him.
With fingers that trembled only slightly he caressed the hard gunbarrel that menaced him, moving his hand up and down seductively. He felt the beginnings of a triumphant smile try to break out as he heard the gasps and saw Elmer swallow convulsively.
A small podgy pink hand reached out, tremblingly, to gently stroke his carrot. Bugs smiled encouragingly and moved closer. He raised a hand to touch the round, pink, oh-so-familiar face in front of him.
He needed someone. Nobody new: he hadn’t the patience to learn someone’s habits, likes and dislikes. But here was someone he knew. Someone he knew so well. Here was someone he could feel… comfortable with. He knew Elmer Fudd. This wascally wabbit was gonna end up on top!