The 12th day of Flufftober brings us a cameo. An odd individual who simply goes by the name of ‘Bunny’ is invited into John’s abode to read to the mare. Of course, everyone who lives in this town knows that Ms Bunny is a bit of a talker, with some… let’s just say, colourful ideas involving fluffies and literature. To which poor Honeydew will be made to hear every single word of it, every story idea, every… little… thing.
She gives off the vibe that she’ll happily read the nastiest shit to a creature with the emotional state of a toddler but will protest sex education because it’s corrupting the youth.
I’m also imaging her as about 67 years old with a face that looks about 97.
