10/12/17
A rage twisted grin
The nice thing about Hellbunny is that he eats everything. Meat, bone, stomach, intestines and everything inside them, he eats it all. So I didnāt have any cleanup at least, other than carefully scrubbing squirrel blood from my keyboard. Anyway, I salted the house like I said I would and Iāve spent the day reading exorcism litany out loud any time August was near. He ended up hiding in the attic.
When he came down he apologized for the squirrels so I read his card. Eight of Cups reversed.
āPatience, August, the universe is asking patience, deliberation, and caution from you.ā
āI sodding hate the universe.ā He kicked Hellbunnyās cage and the rabbit snarled at him.
āAre you going to be good from now on?ā
āYes.ā He sulked, his brown eyes downcast and his green hair hanging in short tendrils over his face.
āNo more dead animals?ā
āNo more.ā His voice cracked. I knew the reason he hid his face. I knew the rage twisted grin that rested there.
āThen Iāll clean up the salt,ā I said. His head snapped up, the grin softened. He didnāt speak though, he just faded away.
