rules and regulations of the International Behavior of Heavy Furballs.
While the bullet missed me I thought of the guy who decided not to post next in some kind of topic

so popular that everyone agreed that you would be no-one if you didn't appear there at least 3.000.073 times in your lifetime, songs were sung about it, Oprah had a 2 days feature on the topic and

the heavy rabbit exploded and all his feathers flew through wonderland

where everybody wondered "what's with all the feathers?", "Did that silly ol' bunny took a 10 ton dive again?" and "I wonder if I could find a use for a load of bunny-feathers?". The answer to this, of course, was

put it in pillows with ninja's printed on it! The simplicity of this answer stunned me so much i

failed to notice I landed, hard, crashing a tea party making an utter fool of myself, before scurrying along to hide in

a chamber with a tiny door (10cm - 10cm) where I saw a muchroom lying on an altar. I ate the muchroom in 1.27 seconds, ignoring the cookie of

"mushroom side effects enhancer" glued underneath the Would-be-Magic-if-it-weren't-for-the-fact-that-everybody-knew-it's-all-just-a-cleverly-executed-trick Mushroom left there by

little leprechauns who were searching for their pot with goldcoins that really tasted like soup

a la Cold Turkey, edible only for deranged pixies with no taste buds or wish to live since the EU decided there was no such thing as Leprechauns, pixies or unicorns. This minor under-worldly set-back, however