As told by Chester the cat!

Chapter 1 The Bad Arrival by Josh

I was sleeping on my chair when the Monroes came home. They were so loud!

Then I saw a new pet, a dumb puff ball. Then they called out a lot of dumb names,

then I realized it was a bunny. Then they yelled the story of how the bunny got

found. Toby sat on the bunny at the Dracula movie and brought him home. Then

they started yelling where Bunnicula would sleep. Then they took the milk I

wanted and they put it in the fridge. That was one of the reasons I do not like that

kind of dreadfulness.

So some of the reasons that I dislike that dreadful bunny: Number one, he is a

vampire. Number two, that first night they put the milk in the fridge for that

dreadful bunny of dumb town. He’s the king of dreadfulness! So back to the

beginning, it was raining and I could not sleep, thinking about the milk being gone

so I stood there in disappointment.

Chapter 2 Noises in the Moonlight by Zoey

The wind and rain had stopped. I was reading Edgar Allan Poe’s The Fall of the

House of Usher when suddenly I felt compelled to look at Bunnicula. I saw some

peculiar mark on the rabbits head. An ordinary black spot between his ears took

on a V-shape that connected with a big black patch that covered his back and

each side of his neck. It looked as if he was wearing a cape! Through the silence

had drifted the strains of a remote and exotic music. I told Harold I could have

sworn is was a gypsy violin. But I saw Professor Mickelwhite, our next door

neighbor, playing his violin in his living room. It was a haunting melody.

“I really got to stop those horror movies at night.” I said. I turned to go to

my chair. As I turned, I was startled by what I saw. There in the moonlight sat the

bunny, his big eyes staring, an unearthly aura about them. Now you won’t believe

it but as I watched, his lips parted in a hideous smile and where a bunny’s buck

teeth were, fangs glistened! I wasn’t sure Harold believed me but that’s what

happened.

Chapter 3 Some Unusual Goings-On by Miss Lawrence

I was pretty alarmed after last night’s experience with Bunnicula. What kind of bunny has fangs

anyway? And that strange coloring on his fur, it looked so much like a cape! So I decided I

would sleep all day today so I could stay up tonight to spy on that bunny. One night went by,

two, three… and still nothing out of the ordinary with Bunnicula. I was starting to wonder if it

was all in my head! The next morning, I wandered my way into the kitchen for a drink. Harold

was watching me and I grumbled at him sleepily.

“You know Chester, you were never exactly charming in the morning, but lately you’ve

been downright grumpy,” he said. I growled at him. “What are you doing this for anyway? What

are you looking for? He’s just a cute little bunny.” Is he serious?

“Cute little bunny!” I exclaimed. “That’s what you think. He’s a danger to this household

and everyone in it.” Harold then had the nerve to tell me my reading has gone to my head, like

I’m crazy or something!

“It’s just because I do read that I know what I’m talking about.” I replied.

“Well, what are you talking about? I still don’t understand.” Harold said. Dogs. They

can’t ever figure anything out for themselves. Unfortunately, since Bunnicula hadn’t done

anything else unusual lately, I wasn’t quite sure I understood either.

“I’m not sure yet, but I know there’s something funny about that rabbit. That’s why I

have to keep alert.” I explained.

“But look at you – you’re exhausted! You sleep all the time. How can you call that

alert?”

“I’m awake when it’s important. He sleeps all day, so I sleep all day.”

“So just what have you seen since that first night that makes you uneasy?” He had to ask

that, didn’t he?

“Well…” I answered. “I, uh…that is…” I began to bathe my tail, hoping that I could avoid

the subject. I started back into the living room; maybe he won’t notice that I didn’t answer his

question.

“So? What have you seen?” Harold continued. Of course, he wouldn’t just let it go.

“Nothing!” I snapped back. I curled up in my chair. “But that doesn’t mean there’s

nothing to see.” With that I proceeded to get some sleep.

That infuriating bunny rabbit still didn’t do anything for several more nights! Finally, a few

nights after my conversation with Harold, something happened. I was just going to check the

time in that big clock in the hallway. Midnight. I was trying to ignore the pendulum inside it. It

reminded me so much of that spool hanging from the doorknob that kept hitting me in the face

every time I batted at it. No sir, I am staying away from that thing! But it was just hanging there,

mocking me. I couldn’t just ignore it. So I tried to smack it. Little did I know, someone put glass

in front of that silly pendulum so I nearly broke my paw smacking the glass! As I glared at the

pendulum, I was mesmerized by its motion. Back and forth it went. Back and forth, back and

forth, back and forth, back and… I awoke with a start. Oh no! How long did I fall asleep for? I

looked at the clock, slowly. I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know… Twelve forty-five! I

dashed back into the living room and, to my surprise, Bunnicula was not in his cage. How on

earth did he get out? The cage door was still locked, there were no openings anywhere. Alright,

where did that little guy go? Wait, there’s a light coming from the kitchen. I crouched down and

stalked towards the kitchen. I was almost up to where the light was when… click! The

refrigerator door must have closed. The light was gone! Suddenly, that rabbit hopped out of the

kitchen. He seemed so smug. I quickly got back into my element, afraid he would see me

watching him and my spying nights would be over. Unfortunately, that meant I couldn’t see

how he made it back into his cage. Now I have something I can tell Harold!

The following morning that’s exactly what I did. That silly dog thought Mr. Monroe was having a

midnight snack!

“No, that’s what I thought.” I told him. “I jumped on my chair, curled up real quick and

kept one eye open, pretending to be asleep. Slowly, the door to the kitchen squeaked open.

This little head poked out from around the corner and looked to either side to see if the coast

was clear. Then, guess who came bouncing out all by himself, and with that idiotic grin

plastered all over his face?”

“Well… I guess it wasn’t Mr. Monroe.” Harold answered.

“Not unless he wears bunny pajamas and gets very tiny at night.”

“Bunnicula, huh?” Just then, Mr. Monroe walked through to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Holy cow!” he screamed, after entering the kitchen. Harold and I bounded into the

kitchen just in time to see him holding something white out at arm’s length. Mr. Monroe called

for the rest of the family. Harold asked me what that thing was.

“Beats me. It looks like a white tomato.” I replied. Harold just laughed at me. It really,

honestly, did. He can laugh all he wants. I looked back to the action and Mrs. Monroe had the

white thing on the kitchen table.

“Let’s cut it open and see what’s inside,” she was saying. Harold jumped up onto a chair

and since no one had seemed to mind, I jumped up on the table to get a better look. Of course,

they caught me and told me to get off the table. No way was I missing this, so I jumped up onto

Toby’s shoulders. Mrs. Monroe cut through the object with her sharpest knife.

“It’s a tomato alright,” she concluded. “Here are the seeds.”

“But it’s all white.” Captain Obvious, I mean Toby, replied.

“And look, it’s dry,” added Pete. Mr. and Mrs. Monroe concluded that it must’ve gone

bad, even though Mrs. Monroe had never heard of a tomato turning white. I jumped down

from Toby’s shoulders, my mind going a mile a minute. Bunnicula was in the kitchen yesterday

and now there’s a white tomato left in the refrigerator. Coincidence? I think not. I motioned for

Harold to follow me into the living room. He did, but didn’t seem too happy about it.

“This had better be important,” he said. “They’re cooking bacon.” Typical dog, only

worried about the bacon.

“A white tomato. Very significant.” I replied.

“So it’s a white tomato,” he replied. Obviously he wasn’t impressed because he was

already making his way back towards the kitchen. “What does that have to do with Bunnicula?”

“I can tell you one thing. I got a good look at the tomato. There were very suspicious

marks on the skin.”

“So?”

“I believe they’re teeth marks.”

“So?” What did I tell you about needing to spell things out for dogs?

“So tonight I’m going to re-read a book I read last year.”

“How fascinating, and what book might that be?”

“The Mark of the Vampire!” I replied, dramatically. That stopped him.

“What!” he exclaimed.

“Meet me tonight after the others have gone to sleep. You’d better take a nap today so

you can stay awake.” I made my way over to the bookshelf and began to look for my book.

Better start researching!

Chapter 4 A Cat Prepares by Christina

I was waiting for Harold to come to the meeting with me. Toby had a feast in his room.

It was a Friday night, and on Friday night Toby gets to stay up and read as late as he wants to.

So, of course, he needs a lot of food to keep up his strength. Good food like cheese crackers,

chocolate cupcakes (those are Harold’s favorite with cream in the middle), pretzels, and peanut

butter sandwiches. The last, Harold cannot abide because his mouth gets stuck. Chocolate

cupcakes with cream in the center, however, are another story.

This particular evening, Harold stationed himself on Toby’s stomach. Usually, Harold’s a

little more subtle but having missed out on the bacon at breakfast he was not about to take any

chances on the chocolate cupcakes (with cream in the center). Toby knew what Harold was

after. But sometimes he thinks he’s funny, and plays little games with Harold. Tonight, I saw

Toby saying to Harold, “I’ll bet you’d like a peanut butter sandwich, wouldn’t you? Here, you

have this one that’s left over from yesterday, while I eat this boring old chocolate cupcake –

which is nice and fresh and has cream in the middle. Okay Harold?” Ha ha, my sides are

splitting!

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want the peanut butter sandwich? All right, I’ll put it

away for another night. Oh, here’s something you might like. It’s a green sourball from Dad’s

candy dish that was stuck to my sock. Would you like that, huh, pal?” Oh boy, the kid is hot

tonight! “No, huh? Well, I’d give you one of my cupcakes, but I know how much you hate

chocolate. Oh, you like chocolate! Okay then, you can have both of them!” One thing Harold

said about Toby: Although he’s got a rotten sense of humor, he’s a nice kid. Naturally, once

he’d eaten both cupcakes (which took approximately four seconds), Harold felt obliged to hang

around and let Toby know he was grateful. What better way than to share a few of his cheese

crackers?

“Well, Harold,” Toby said some time later, “we’ve had quite a party, but I have to go to

sleep now. I can’t keep my eyes open, so I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what

happens in the next chapter. This is a good book, Harold. It’s called Treasure Island and it’s by a

man named Robert Louis Stevenson. It’s kind of hard reading though. I have to keep looking the

big words up in the dictionary so it’s taking me quite a long time to get through it.” Harold

always has trouble with words too. Half the time, they don’t mean what he thinks they’re going

to and then even when he does find out what they mean, he forgets the next day anyway! You

might say that he’s smart – but just not the scholarly type.

“But it’s a really good story.” Toby continued. “It’s all about pirates and this little boy

just like me. And a parrot, Harold.”

Harold curled up at the foot of Toby’s bed but couldn’t sleep thinking what a parrot was.

Harold thought it might be a lady pirate, since they words sounded something alike, but then

again, Harold thought it might be an umbrella. Chester would know, Harold thought so he came

downstairs to ask me.

“Well you certainly took your time!” I snapped as Harold sauntered casually into the

room. “I finished my book half an hour ago. Where were you?” Harold told me that he was

discussing great works of literature with Toby.

“Since when is a Twinkies wrapper considered a great work of literature?” I asked.

Harold decided to ignore that. Unfortunately several chocolate crumbs fell from his mouth to

the floor precisely at that moment.

“As a matter of fact,” Harold said, trying valiantly to regain his dignity, “we were talking

about Treasure Island. Ever heard of it?”

“Ever hear of it?” I sneered. “I read that when I was a kitten.”

“Oh. Then, tell me, Chester, what is a parrot?” he asked. I said it was a tropical

zygodactyl bird (order psittaciformes) that has a stout curved booked bill, is often crested,

brightly variegated and an excellent mimic.

“In other words, Harold, a parrot is a little bird with a big mouth.”

“Oh.” Harold said after a moment. Harold thought maybe it was an umbrella.

“Did you get so busy discussing parrots with Toby that you forgot you were going to

meet me here? This is important, Harold. Come here.” I commanded, indicating my chair, “and

let me show you this book.” Harold looked at my chair. I was already sitting in the chair, and I

had a very huge open book in front of me. Harold said to me, “I don’t think there’s going to be

any room for both of us, Chester.”

“Come on, come on you’re wasting time. Just jump up here.” Harold looked carefully

and backed up and was running and jumped onto my chair. Harold was wondering where I

went so I yelled, “I’m over here, you great oaf!” Harold looked back.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“You knocked me off the chair. Now just stay put. I’m coming back up.” Harold made

some room so I went in front of him. “Now, let’s see. We both have to see the book. You come

over here and I’ll move this way.” Any spot is where a dog can sleep. They’ll plop right down

and sleep immediately. “Harold, stop hogging the seat! And wake up. What were you trying to

do, take a cat nap?” I laughed and then yawned.

“Now,” I said, turning to the book, “let’s get to brass tacks.” Harold wanted to know

what I was going to talk about. “This book and that rabbit. Now tell me Harold, have you

noticed anything funny about that rabbit?”

“No.” Harold replied. “But I’ve certainly noticed a lot of funny things about you

recently.”

“Think about the rabbit. The rabbit sleeps all day and vampires sleep all day. Bunnicula

has sharp teeth like a vampire. He gets out of his cage without opening doors. What kind of

rabbit is that?”

“A smart one.” Harold said. “I could do it.”

“We weren’t talking about you!” I said. “We’re talking about Bunnicula. Now, where did

they find him?”

“At the movies.”

“What movie?”

“Dracula.” Harold said. “So?”

“So!” I said. “Remember the note around his neck? What language was it in?”

“An obscure dialect of the Carpathian mountain region.” Harold answered smugly. I

knew that he didn’t know everything.

“Ah ha!” I said. “But what area of the Carpathian mountain region?”

“Area?” Harold asked. “What’s an area?” He looked at me blankly.

“Transylvania!” I cried out, triumphantly. “And that proves my point.”

“What point?” Harold asked curiously. “What are you talking about?”

“And don’t forget the white tomato! That’s most important of all!”

“But, what…”

“This book,” I said, disregarding Harold, “tells us just what we need to know.”

“What?” Harold screamed. “What does it tell us? What does the book have to do with

Bunnicula? What’s going on here? I can’t stand it anymore!” I regarded him coolly.

“You’re really very excitable, Harold. That’s not good for your blood pressure.” Harold

put his paws around my throat.

“Tell me,” he said in a low, threatening voice,” Or I’ll squeeze you until you pop!”

“Okay, okay, don’t get upset. Now this book tells you everything you’ve always wanted

to know about vampires but were afraid to ask.” Harold never wanted to know anything about

vampires, but at the moment, he was afraid to tell that to me. Harold still didn’t understand

what vampires have to do with our little furry friend.

“One.” I said. “Vampires do not sleep at night. They sleep during the day. The same goes

for Bunnicula. Two, vampires can get in and out of locked rooms. Bunnicula gets in and out of

his locked cage.” This was beginning to interest Harold.

“Didn’t you say something about the refrigerator?” Harold asked.

“That’s right. He got the refrigerator open all by himself. Three, vampires have long

pointed teeth called fangs.”

“Well don’t we have fangs?” asked Harold.

“No, we have canines. That’s different.”

“What’s different about it?”

“Fangs are more pointed, and vampires use fangs to bite people on the neck.” I said.

“Yech! Who’d want to do that to someone?”

“Vampires would.”

“Wait a minute,” Harold told me he saw Mrs. Monroe bite Mr. Monroe on the neck

once. “Does that mean Mrs. Monroe is a vampire too?”

“I don’t think that’s the same thing. Bunnicula does not bite people on their necks. So

far. He bites vegetables.”

“On the neck?” Harold answered.

“Vegetables don’t have any necks, Harold. Vegetables are like that. It’s like dogs. Dogs

don’t have brains. Dogs are like that.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. “Of course he bites vegetables. Every rabbit bites vegetables.”

“He bites vegetables to make a hole in them and he sucks out all the juices!”

“But what about all the food that Toby has been feeding him?”

“Ah ha, what indeed!” I said. “Look at this!” Whereupon, I stuck my paw under the chair

cushion and brought out with a flourish strange colored objects. Some of the objects looked

weird and the others looked like nothing Harold had ever seen in his life.

“What are those?” Harold asked. I smiled.

“White lettuce and carrots. I found them behind his cage.” We saw the cage was empty

again. “Okay, we’re doomed, we’re doomed! We’ve let him out of our sight. It’s all your fault.

Wait a minute, why are we fighting? Let’s find Bunnicula.” Just then we heard a noise in the

kitchen.

“Refrigerator.” Harold whispered. I nodded. We jumped down and moved cautiously to

the kitchen door. We pushed the door open. The kitchen was dark. There was not a sound.

“Psst, Chester…”

“What?”

“I can’t see, I can’t see. He’s not here.” There was a soft scamper across the linoleum

and we turned just in time to see a little white tail bounce into the living room. Drat! We’ve

missed him.

“Come on Harold, let’s see if we can catch up with him.” I started toward the door.

“Wait Chester, what’s that on the floor by the refrigerator?” I turned, this new object

interested me more than following Bunnicula. “What is it?” Harold squealed, his throat

contracted in fear.

“I don’t know yet, but whatever it is, it’s not alive.” Harold walked bravely to the object

and sniffed it. “Well?” I asked. I came closer. After a moment, I gasped. Harold jumped and

could feel his heart beating in his chest.

“Harold…” I said.

“What? What?”

“It’s…”

“Yes?”

“It’s a white zucchini!”

Chapter 5 I Go Into My Act by Bella

I was awakened by a scream. I knew something was wrong because Mrs. Monroe

was calling for Mr. Monroe. Harold and I noticed that when Mr. Monroe came

into the kitchen, his face was white! I told Harold it’s just shaving cream. But

vegetables in the kitchen were white! Like white beans, white peas, white squash,

white tomatoes, white lettuce, and white zucchini. I leaned to Harold, “This will

take forever if we leave it up to them. Sometimes human beings can be so slow.”

We thought that Mrs. Monroe was getting organic vegetables. I took Mr.

Monroe’s towel to warn the family about Bunnicula and that he’s a vampire.

When Mr. Monroe reached for his towel, I flipped over onto my back, closed my

eyes and folded my paws over my chest. I opened my eyes wide with my arms

outstretched. I slowly lifted my head, my eyes glazed. Soon I was in a sitting

position. Harold asked what I was doing.

“I’m a vampire, you dolt! Can’t you tell? I am trying to warn them.”

“Well it’s not working.” Harold said. “You’d better think of something else.”

I frowned, deep in thought. Ordinarily I would’ve left the room being called kitty-

cat but I was lost in thought. I walked slowly toward Harold. I drew nearer. I

stopped, gazed, and lunged.

“Yeow! Love bite my foot, that hurt!” said Harold. “What’s the matter with

you, do I look like a tomato?”

“Oh it doesn’t matter anyway Harold. They don’t understand. How can

human beings read the same books I do and still be so thick?” Harold said we

don’t have to worry about vampire bunnies anymore because of my sweater. “Go

ahead, make fun. All of you. No one understands. I tried to warn them, but they

wouldn’t heed.

Chapter 6 A Ton of Garlic! by Lexy/Miss Lawrence

I need some garlic, here, there, everywhere! Just then Harold came in.

“Phew, Chester! What are you wearing that awful thing for? It smells!” he

said.

“Of course it smells.” I replied. “Here, I made one for you too, put it on!”

Want to know what Harold said?

“Are you kidding? That thing smells like garlic.”

“It is garlic.” I stated matter-of-factly. Then Harold asked me why I am

wearing garlic. “Careful, Harold!” Oh yeah, and I put garlic on Bunnicula’s cage but

Harold was getting ready to leave so I grabbed his tail with my teeth. “You are not

leaving this room until you put this on! Listen,” I snapped at Harold. Then Harold

asked me what immobile meant so then I told Harold that it meant they can’t go

anywhere if there’s garlic around. I had to help Harold put it on even though the

smell was killing him. I was sitting in the sink, yelling my head off, when I saw

Harold. A little bit later, Mrs. Monroe rinsed my off and I got stuck in front of the

stove to finish drying off.

“Shut the door!” I hissed at Harold. “I’m freezing. Silly woman, doesn’t she

know cats don’t get baths?” Then Harold closed the door with his back foot.

“I get baths all the time.” Harold said.

“That’s because you’re too dumb to bathe yourself. Cats always bathe

themselves, it’s a rule. Everyone knows that.” Harold settled down next to me.

“But now this house isn’t safe anymore.” Harold asked me what I meant.

“I mean, it worked last night. The garlic worked. No more vegetables turned

white, did they?”

“No, but…” he replied.

“That means Bunnicula didn’t get out of his cage last night.” So then Harold,

as always, started to talk again and he said, “Maybe he was just tired.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I replied. “It was the garlic. He couldn’t leave his

cage.” My ears perked up. “Of course!” So then I strolled past Harold with a

knowing smile. Later on, I bit Harold’s ear. I was sitting by Harold, looking very

impatient. “Boy, nothing wakes you up. You can finish sleeping later. Right now

you have to help me!”

“Do what?” Harold asked.

“Get Bunnicula out of the cage.”

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I wandered off to grab the Monroes’ steak dinner from the kitchen. The book I

read said something about a steak so I’m going to try it! When I got back into the

living room, Harold was stuck in Bunnicula’s cage. Of course, all Harold was

worried about was the steak I was dragging in.

“Haven’t you gotten him out of there yet?” I asked.

“I can’t get either of us out of here. My head’s stuck.” Harold replied. I

climbed up on his shoulders and told Harold to pull his head out while I pushed

against the cage. “Who gets the steak?” He was still worried about that steak!

“Don’t worry about the steak Harold. Just pull!” We all fell out of the cage

in a jumble: Harold, Bunnicula and I. I saw Bunnicula was still sound asleep. I

asked Harold to read the book to me so I was sure to do it right.

“ ‘To destroy the vampire and end his reign of terror, it is necessary to

pound a sharp stake…’” he began.

“A sharp steak?” I interrupted. “What does that mean?”

“I’ll taste it and tell you if it’s sharp,” he answered.

“Oh, never mind. This will do. It’s sirloin. Keep reading.”

“ ‘…to pound a sharp stake into the vampire’s heart. This must be done

during the daylight hours, when the vampire has no powers.’” Okay. I dragged the

steak across the floor and laid it across Bunnicula.

“I’m sorry I had to go this far, but if they’d listened, this wouldn’t have been

necessary.” I said before I began to hit the steak.

“Are you sure this is what they mean?” Harold asked me.

“Am I anywhere near his heart?” I replied.

“It’s hard to tell. All I can really see are his nose and his ears. You know, he’s

really sort of cute.” I could tell I was getting that glint in my eyes again as I began

pounding away at the steak, harder and harder. I think Harold was getting worried

but this had to be done!

“Chester!” Mrs. Monroe screamed. “What are you doing with my dinner?

Robert, get that steak away from Chester. And what’s the matter with Bunnicula?

Why is he on the floor?” Mrs. Monroe grabbed the steak off of Bunnicula. Once

she left, I dashed in the kitchen.

“Alright, the last resort!” I exclaimed. I grabbed my water bowl in my teeth

and ran for Bunnicula. I tried to throw the water on the rabbit but somehow my

aim was a little off and I missed. Harold was soaking wet! Suddenly, Mrs. Monroe

had me by the scruff of my neck and moments later I was unceremoniously

thrown out the front door! I spent the night with my nose pressed up against the

window in the cold, watching as Bunnicula and his cage were put back where they

belonged and Harold finally got his beloved steak.

Chapter 7 Starving the Bunny Tucker

I was really good the next few days. I cooed, I cleaned my paws, and I rubbed up

against everyone’s legs to show I was a good boy. I had something devious in the

back of my mind. I tried everything in the book, all my efforts had failed! I was

starving Bunnicula with garlic. I was in the act of my devious plan when I was

interrupted by Harold scaring me! I jumped really high. We got in a big argument

that night.

“Today, vegetables. Tomorrow… the world!” I told him, regarding

Bunnicula.

Chapter 8 I Made a Disaster in the Dining Room! Katie

One day, one boring day, I was sleeping and I heard some noise. It was Harold

trying to give Bunnicula some salad that was on the table. I jumped up and landed

IN the salad bowl, everything in the bowl went flying. I had a hard time getting up

the one thing I was doing was slipping on my back on my belly. Harold started

barking rapidly. Then the whole family came in, they rushed to come in. Mrs.

Monroe said this is my last stand, not moving. I rolled my eyes heavenward. Toby

tugged Mrs. Monroe and said, “Look at Bunnicula, how did he get out of his cage?

He looks scared.” Mrs. Monroe sent me into the kitchen.

Chapter 9 All’s Well That Ends Well…Almost Kayla

Bunnicula was Harold’s new friend and I was Harold’s old friend. I was trying to

starve Bunnicula and stab him with a food steak. Soon Bunnicula, Harold, and I all

went to the vet.

I was the first to get checked out. Now I have therapy, the vet said. Bunnicula was

next.

“He is hungry, put him on a diet of carrot juice,” the vet said. Finally Harold

was up. The vet said he soon might need his shot. I was not reading Edgar Allan

Poe at night anymore, I was reading Finding Yourself by Screaming a Lot. So now I

no longer have the urge to hurt Bunnicula because I go downstairs in the

basement and scream out loud.