Piggy sat in his favorite chair, staring deep into the fireplace. In the other room, the phone had just stopped ringing (again) and the machine picked up:

Piggy, this is Mrs. Ewe, we missed you at work today. If there is anything wrong…

Piggy stopped paying attention. Work was the least of his worries this day.

There was a low rumble outside as the Jaguar pulled into the driveway. It fell to a low purr and moments later Piggy heard his wife come into the house.

“Hi, dear!” she called, throwing her keys down on the table near the door. Piggy didn’t answer.

“Oh my, what a mess!” she yelled, obviously noticing the condition of the kitchen. “So I guess you ate dinner already?”

Piggy took a deep breath. He continued to stare into the flames. His wife shuffled in and started to lecture him on keeping the house clean and ‘consideration for others.’

Finally, he had enough. He stood. Something in his face silenced her talk. Quietly he began.

“Now ya’ list’n ta me. We need ta ha’ a talk about da Bunny.”