What are you typing, Opal? I'm writing a children's book about a bunny I got for Easter one year. He was soft and cuddly. I named him "Floppy." Then one day he escaped from his cage and hid in the crawl space under the house. I didn't see him again for a long time. I think he only came out at night. Finally one night I saw him in the moonlight. He was huge! His eyes glowed red. His fur was dirty and shaggy, and his front teeth had grown into long yellow fangs. I said, "Hi, Floppy," and he hissed at me. So I changed his name to "Beelzebunny." The end. What do you think? Move over, Peter Cottontail.