I gotta smash that bunny!… I gotta smash it to the ground… and use my fist… or my foot… And look at it when I do this… I gotta smash it to small, tiny pieces… I don’t know why, what it’s gonna change. But I’ve been telling myself that I’m gonna do that for some time now. And some day I’ll do it. I’ll stop looking at it and thinking it and I’ll break that small rabbit. And I’m gonna keep as a souvenir, like Indians used to take the scalps of the ones they had killed, his little bell which now hangs around his fragile neck on a red ribbon.