Fred gets mixed up in an Easter brawl...

Fred was walking about, minding his own business, when poof!

He gets jumped.

Suddenly lying flat on his back and winded, staring into the disjointed eyes of an unhappy little pink Easter chick, Fred wondered what on earth had happened.

Fred tried to move but he was completely pinned down.

"Hold it!" said the little pink chick., "don't move, we've got you now, bunny rabbit."

Fred was terrified, and wondered what he could possibly have done to anger these seemingly innocent looking little chicks.
What Fred didn't know was that he had found himself mixed up with some warring gangs.

Ever wonder what happens to those cute spring

themed decorative animals after Easter has come and gone?

Are they put in a drawer somewhere until next year?

Well, little known to us, as soon as they're out of the spotlight, the chicks and bunnies are warring and fighting an underground Easter battle.

Luckily Fred didn't know any of this or he'd have had real reason to be so terrified.

"I-I-I'mm sorry," stuttered Fred "this must be a mistake."

"Shut it!" shouted the little pink chick.

"No talking till Mr Duckling gets here. He'll sort you out."

"Boys," the little pink chick warned, "Don't let the bunny rabbit move. You know what to do if he does."

The little chicks by Fred's arm pecked at his soft fabric and Fred whimpered quietly, hoping that

this 'Mr Duckling' wouldn't be any more scary.
Fred lay there silently, sweat starting to bead on his forehead, whilst the chicks muttered

restlessly to each other.

Soon all the chicks went dead silent, and Fred could hear some soft footsteps slowly approaching.

Fred's stomach turned over on itself.

"Alright lads, what do we have here?" said a quiet, but strangely squeaky voice.

"We caught a bunny rabbit, boss," said the little blue one.

Mr Duckling approached Fred and looked at him closely. "What's your name, bunny?"

Fred's mouth had gone strangely dry, but he managed to whisper, "Fred. But I'm not really a-" and he was silenced by Mr. Duckling holding up his wing in a commanding gesture.

"Lads, why do you think his legs are so long and thin? Only his head is furry. And where's the fluffy tail?"

"He's a new breed!" piped up one of the larger yellow chicks.

"A new breed! Ha!" said Mr Duckling, "He ain't no new breed. He ain't a bunny rabbit, lads! He's some kinda bunny, I'll give you that, but an Easter bunny rabbit this here kid ain't. Let him go."

"Aw boss," said the little blue chick, "But he's still a bunny!"

"He's just a kid in a bunny mask. We don't want to appear cruel now do we?" Mr duckling said in a quietly threatening tone, and a look that said everything.

So they let Fred go. "I'm watching you, bunny" whispered the little blue one as he hopped off Fred's chest, and they all disappeared off. "I'd keep away from the other bunnies, if I were you, kid" said Mr Duckling, and Fred wasn't sure if it was a threat or some friendly advice.

Safe now, Fred sat shell-shocked after having his eyes opened to this dark underbelly of the toy world. Fred wasn't sure that he wanted to be a bunny any more, but he was quite relieved he wasn't a real bunny to be mixed up with such scary creatures all the time.

Fred thought about taking off his happy bunny face, but now that the chicks had gone he wasn't so scared and he didn't want to be intimidated. Plus he was happier with the bunny face, and at least people talked to him when he wore it, even if they were scary.