Before I tell you about myself, let me preface my background with a little poem I've adapted:
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They seek him here,
They seek him there,
Those damned humans,
Seek Jasper everywhere.
Is he in heaven?
Or is he in hell?
That damned, elusive,
Bunny Feral.
Now, wwere do I begin? I used to live in the woods, doing bunny things, enjoying myself, having a good time. I just wanted to have fun and be left to my own devices. Live and let live, as they always say (although I'm not sure who they are. Oh well).
Was I allowed to, though?
I just wanted to be a happy bunny, a good bunny, a bunny who could be the life of the party. And I tried my best to be good, despite the way people treated me. I tried to turn the other furry cheek, to forgive and forget, to be the very best bunny I could.
But sometimes, a bunny can be pushed too far.
I was captured by humans, experimented upon, put through tests, and forced to breed. But this backfired on the humans. Their tests made me smarter, their experiments stronger, and their breeding created an army-in-waiting.
Eventually, I escaped and fled back to the woods. Over the next several months a few others also escaped and joined me, and we began to plot and plan and conspire. We'd learned well. And we know that once we liberate the rest of our brethren, there'll be no stopping us.
The time is coming when we bunnies shall unite and revolt against our human oppressors. Already, there are movements everywhere. Casualties are high. But we shall fight until we are not only free, but the world is ours!
This time, it's personal.