I sneak up behind you, quietly. I watch your movements and I'm like your shadow. I smile mischievously and wait for the right moment. And I'll get it when you crouch down, tuck your shoe-laces into your harbor. I tower over you and my mischievous smile turns into a grin. Well, well. Who is being swept here by the wind? Hello, my little bunny. Hearing your tiny, frightened scream, I laugh softly. That promises to be fun.
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