Silly Rabbit
He picked up the coin and squealed with joy. No more damned children chasing him around. No more hunger, no more longing, no more sleepless nights dreaming of bowls of rainbow-colored cereal and creamy milk. The smile of joy froze on his face when a pirate's sword plunged through his rib cage. Blood splattered over the bright gold. Somewhere behind him, a rough voice snarled, "Arrr! Silly rabbit, coins are for pirates!"
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