In silence they stared at them, then Mark smiled broadly, “They’ve been left for a reason and what’s more obvious than eating them.”
“Exactly,” Dan stated dourly, “They’re a trap.”
“They’re donuts, stop being a chicken, I’m going to eat them.”
“I ain’t stopping you, dumb bunny.”
For a moment all was still, then Mark began to scoff the donuts.
Dan watched on, eyes growing wide as Mark began to alter and by the last donut the transformation was complete and Dan reached down.
“You always were a dumb bunny.” He muttered petting the white rabbit in his arms absently.