Piggy jumped off the bunny and kicked it a couple of times in the hindquarters. He felt better, but it certainly wasn’t helping him get to work any faster.

Ok, focus, Piggy thought. Check the manual.

He lifted up the right ear. Some receipts, a fur brush, a few coins, and the bunny’s registration (expired). No manual. Piggy jumped back and booted the bunny a couple of more times for good measure.

It was a stupid idea, anyway, he rationalized. A manual isn’t going to tell you how to hotwire a bunny.

He trotted up to the front, and after fumbling with the latch for a while, managed to prop open the mouth. He poked and prodded at the tongue for a bit and tapped the teeth. Finally, he had to admit to himself that he knew nothing about fixing bunnies.

“Heya, Piggy!” his neighbor Rooster crowed as he walked up. “Bunny problems?”

“You-betcha,” Piggy replied.

“Let me see,” said Rooster as he peered into the mouth.

Piggy stood aside.

“Well, here’s your problem,” Rooster said. “Your bunny’s dead.”