I must say that the people at number eighteen have been very good to me; since it happened.
There I was, at the grand ‘fifty percent off everything’ sale, along with hundreds of others. I had queued up and gone in looking for a bargain. Specifically, I wanted to replace my old winter jacket, preferably for one that had a comfy fur collar. Last winter, my old, thinning coat over my school uniform just wasn’t keeping off the cold. I saw the sales as the answer. I quickly made my way up three escalators to the men’s and boy’s clothing department. It was already getting busy. I fought my way through and found racks of suitable items. There was so much choice! There were certainly some great bargains on offer. The whole place was swarming with eager shoppers.
It was then that I saw it. I pushed my way through the crowd. It was exactly what I wanted. It was the perfect jacket with a fur collar.
I was feeling the material when the whole thing was tugged in the opposite direction. I looked up to see this woman scowling at me. It was an old face, gaunt with black eyes that seemed to be all pupil. She gave another violent tug, but I was determined not to let go. It was at this point that this weird looking stranger lifted a gnarled finger and whispered something that I couldn’t quite make out.
It was shortly after this altercation that a very nice young girl saw that I came to no further harm.
For my parents, who live a few blocks away, it was never fully explained why their only son, a bright schoolboy with a passion for veterinary studies, never came home that day,
Nevertheless, this is how I was turned into an angora rabbit.