Carrot moved out of the woods and found himself staring at a cute little cottage. “Kawaii!” he said, looking at the thatched roof and low brick wall around the grounds. “Wonder whose digs these are?”
Just then, he heard Chocolate’s voice calling out. “Mary Anne!” she shouted. Chocolate opened the house’s shutters and shouted again, “Mary Anne!”
“The Chocolate Rabbit!” said Carrot as he approached the front door.
Chocolate, in a fuzzy, form-fitting white bunny suit, her jacket, and a pocket watch ran out of the house. “Oh! I’m late, I’m late!”
“Chocolate! Wait!”
She had just run past the gate when she heard him yell to her, and turned around. “Mary Anne!” she said angrily, shaking a finger. “There you are, Mary Anne!”
“Mary Anne!?!” exclaimed Carrot indignantly.
“What do you think you’re doing lollygagging around, Mary Anne! Go get my gloves, I’m late!”
“Gloves? You aren't planning to transform, are you?”
“Go get my gloves, Mary Anne!”
“Jeez, Chocolate! Would you stop calling me Mary Anne? It’s embarrassing! I mean, I’m not Mille Feuille or anything!”
“NOW!” bellowed the rabbitess.
“Yes’m!” said Carrot and jumped into the house. Dashing upstairs, he found himself in a tiny bedroom.
“Where would I keep gloves if I were Chocolate? Besides on my person, I mean...” he grumbled indignantly.
He came across a box, with labeled cookies inside. Taking one that said, ‘C’mere, big boy!’ he said, “Don’t mind if I do.” He took a bite, and looked around the room for a moment.
“Oooh! Panties!” he said as he rooted through a a chest on the floor. “Gah!” he cried as his head hit the ceiling. “Aw, no, not again!” He had at least quadrupled in size.
Outside, Chocolate was checking her huge pocket watch. “Mary Anne!” she bellowed, dashing into the house. Right then, Carrot’s foot shot down the stairs and out the front door. Chocolate shrieked. “Help! Monster!” she shrieked running down the path towards big-nosed Lord Wacky, who happened to be promenading along the path.
“A monster!” shrieked Chocolate, clinging to Lord Wacky. “A monster in my house, Lord Dodo!”
Upon seeing the giant Carrot, Wacky yelped and hid behind Chocolate. “Get out there and get rid of that monster, you big dummy!” she cried, shoving Wacky out into the open.
“Well,” said the Sorcerer, “I have a very simple solution.”
“Good!” said both Chocolate and Carrot.
“We’ll smoke the monster out!” said the dodo triumphantly.
“No! Not in my house!” cried the Chocolate Rabbit.
“Well, this big oaf is the *only* thing in your house as it is, so maybe you shouldn’t be talking,” replied the bird-brained magician smugly.
“Oh, fine,” growled the rabbit.
“No way!” shouted the giant Carrot.
“Shut up, Darling,” snarled Chocolate. “Unless you have a better way of getting out!”
“Yes’m,” said Carrot, who was peering out a the goings on below through the open shutters.
They started the fire below. “Hey, maybe if I eat something, I’ll shrink again.”
He grabbed a carrot out of the garden patch and pulled it towards his mouth. Chocolate grabbed hold of his fingers and was carried upwards, shouting, “Darling! Eat me!”
“Chocolate! That’s disgusting!” he cried, flinging her off into the garden. He ate the vegetable in one bite, and promptly shrunk back down the size. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his size, and he ended up at about two-and-a-half inches in stature.
Outside, Chocolate was racing away once more, shouting, “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” Lord Wacky was still trying to start a fire when Carrot walked out of the house, feeling very diminutive.
“Chocolate, wait! Hey, Chocolate! Come baaack!”
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