I is very sick. Very very sick. I is coughing all the time. I is see the doc and doc says I get all right in 3 days. Until then pleash make me temporary member of bunny association. I is attaching fotografic proof for ur considerashon.

I is sick in bed asking others if they too be sick.

So I is decide to see doc. Doc treating me.

Met new friend in hospital. Is name piglet.

I is very sick indeed.

I think of me mum then. I here see dream about her giving me soup. Is tasty, yes. yummm yumm..

Pleash consider above fotografic proofs and approve membership. I is promise I be ok again very soon and then I go back from bunny association and I be like this then.

I assure of this.

Thanking you.

Yours faithully,
whatsmyname

I created this “letter” to amuse a friend while my health wasn’t great. She enjoyed it, so maybe someone out there will too

Acknowledgments :
The pictures are linked from
http://rlv.zcache.com/bunny_in_bed_you_sick_card-p137874246511222806qnyj_400.jpg
http://z.hubpages.com/u/425811_f260.jpg
http://funzro.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/stormtroopers-healing-sick-bunny.jpg
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_as3Nej49UTU/RhpTvLyTJWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tK1dFvH8czw/s400/sick-green.jpg
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bdo46FhNcPc/Sa1dDQsOwRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/M2r9xrEL214/s400/sick+bunny.jpg
http://mellowdrone.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/happy-elephant-01.jpg
Thank you guys for the pics.
Thanks also to Google Image search for helping me find these. You guys are the best.
Thank you, reader

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And then she started. “Child.. I am much pleased by your tapas. Tell me, what is it that you need?”. His mouth mouthed the words “What the..” silently. To his credit, he recovered immediately. “Hey. What the.. “. No this time he didn’t say it silently. He continued, “I didn’t do any tapas wapas. What the heck are you talking about, wierdo?”. “Oh shut the **** up, moron”, she said. “This is my usual opening line. I know you’re a lazy ass. I was just sitting bored. No one does tapas anymore. You were the closest guy around while I was taking my tour. That’s why I decided to appear before you and grant a wish”.  “I don’t want any wishes from you, you old hag”, he retorted. He didn’t like being called lazy, even though he knew very well he was one. Besides, Larry Wall always says laziness is a virtue all programmers should develop. Who gives a shit if he meant it in a completely different way.

He was kinda perplexed though. He asked, “Hey you’re a goddess. I thought you would be a great beauty or something”. “Of course I’m beautiful, moron. But only in my true form. I have to curb my true form so you don’t die from the sheer power it radiates”. “It can’t be that powerful, can it?”, he asked. “Of course it is.”, she said. “Would you like to see it?”, she said this in a very British accent. Damn, I love the brits. Especially the accent. Well most of the brits anyway. I hate Keira Knightley. Is Victoria Beckham a brit too? If yes, that would be another. I don’t hate Tony Blair, strange as it might sound. His accent is very brit. I like that. I like Jason Statham, love Coldplay. But enough of the brits. We all know they’re great, right? Except the occassional misadventurer like General Dyer or Keira Knightley.

Where were we now? Ah yes, “Would you like to see it”, she said in a very English accent. Did I mention I like all the different kinds of Brit accents? English , Scot, Irish.. the different kinds of each. It’s so sexy. Damn, here I go off again. Anyways, the former dialogue got our hero thinking. “If she looks so ugly now. Does she look super ugly in her true form? Or does she look super beautiful? Better than Angelina Jolie? Or worse than Keira Knightley?”. ( I hate Keira Knightley’s jaw the worst, by the way. Am not even going to call her actions in front of the camera “acting”. Whatever it is, I hate that too. But her jaw takes the cake) “Whatever it is , I gotta see it”. “Hey, Lady”, he said aloud. “I want to see your true form thing”. “Ok, if that’s what you wish my child..”. She shouted, “Ban-kai“. Lo and behold. Before him stood the Goddess in her true form. He withered under the onslaught of the true form. She was chattering non – stop. “blaah blaah .. Do you know, when I was in Shimla I .. blaah blaah”. It was too much bear. I dare not even imagine what it must’ve been like. The sheer speed. The torrent flow. It reminded him of an avalanche. He couldn’t bear it any longer. He shouted, “STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP…”.

And then he died. There’s only so much a mortal can bear.

Moral of the story : Never let goddesses show you their true form. Or something like that.

Warning : If this post makes you puke , consider suicide or something similar.. I’m not responsible. I wash my hands off.

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For a while all was good.. but that changed. As days passed, he grew more and more sad. The mouse who always smiled was no more. The mouse everyone loved was no more. He forgot how to smile. For he could not fly. He had many a friend among the birds. They expected him to fly too. He thought he would. He thought he could be a great bird one day. He thought he was destined to be a great one. His bird friends all encouraged him. Despite his failures, they thought he could fly. It was only a matter of time.

Things started getting worse. Many attempts he made to fly. None succeeded. He tried and tried. But couldn’t fly. The mice no longer counted him as one of their own. The birds had hoped that he would fly one day like them. They too lost hope. And the mouse.. he started to understand – he would never fly. He didn’t have wings. God had not made him to fly. But he thought he could.. and that’s all he cared about. It’s not a nice feeling. A mere mouse doesn’t feel very sad when he can’t fly. But our mouse was no mere mouse. He wanted to fly. He dreamed about it night and day. There were times when he knew he could fly. He was crushed. What was his life worth now?

The story doesn’t end here. It could go on if you wanted. Maybe his children will grow wings. Or their children, or theirs. The spark, the desire to fly.. maybe it will live on in his cells and take wing one day in his children. But one truth remains – our mouse will never fly. His destiny is to be alone. His destiny is to never fly.

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