Bunny Piggy Novels & Stories

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

"Sometimes I think doctors help. Don't you think so, Jaycee?" No, I didn't think so. "Yes, honey, sometimes they can help." "Give my bunny money to the doctor so Don Gato will be better, okay?" Bitsy didn't have a piggy bank, hers was a chipped porcelain bunny bank we'd found at the thrift store for a quarter. It had maybe two dollars in it, but Bitsy had been saving for a long time. Everywhere we went, she searched the ground for pennies. She called it her bunny money.