"What 're you doing, Leo?" The man said dumbfounded albeit calmly. The rabbit was bleeding and kicking the air. Leonard pulled up his zipper and put the paranoid rabbit under the seat. He then scratched an acne on his cheek and answered: "Nothing. Making mush."
The man stepped inside and put the paint bucket on the ground dismissively. After making a few jingles in his pocket, he pulled a wire cutter out and cut the lid open. The chipping sound set the rabbit off kicking around again. Leonard grabbed its ears in time and held it back in the air.
"Put that damned thing away!" He hissed and shook his head.
Leonard ignored him and yelled positively: "You don't tell Lily anything, alright? She'd be jealous."
After a few seconds of frequent blinking he replied: "Alright." And left the storehouse. Leonard watched his steps out and kissed the rabbit on the head.
🙸 🙸 🙸
"He killed himself." She cried silently in her handkerchief looking down. "Leo."
The man checked his watch awaiting the ambulance to make the turn around the lake and collected his thoughts.
"Say... 'ave you called any of your relatives?" He muttered inquisitively as his eyes were wandering separately following invisible flies.
"None of them live nearby."
"Where's Alex?" He raised his neck and voice at the same time as if he were a goose.
"It's dead. Next to him."
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