“Morals?” The
cockroach smirked. “What’s that?” He wore an eye patch and carried a laser gun.
“Rules and
regulations.” Mrs. Bunny picked a flower and placed it in her basket. “It’s how
the game is played.”
“There are rules?
Since when?” The cockroach shot a daisy with his laser and petals flew
everywhere. “I don’t need no stinkin’ morals.”
“Children know
the difference between right and wrong.”
The cockroach
swore.
A booming voice sounded,
“Send the bug with the eye patch to Mayhem, level M.”
Poof! The cockroach
disappeared.
Mrs. Bunny smiled
wisely. He thought morals were for the weak.
Let’s see what the others wrote:
Don't argue with the rabbits. They are vicious.
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