Mr. Fox and Rabbit - Part 9

“NO!” screamed Toad. “She can’t! She won’t! I won’t listen to this anymore!” Perfectly Frank ran to the door, ripped it out of its hinges and hurled himself out of the tree, into the ridiculously star filled romantic night.
“Wow.” Said Dr. Bear.
“Yes. Love conquers all. Including doors, Or so it seems.”
Rabbit’s grin was rather disconcerting. “Well, not exactly all.”
Mr. Fox looked dubious. In the same tone of voice used by third grade teachers who confiscate a note in class only to find the message ‘I will suck you off for a hit of freebase’, he confronted the toothsome little shrew. “What have you done?”
A horrible, bloodcurdling scream shattered the relative silence of the night outside. Rabbit’s ears immediately flattened themselves against his head, to protect his delicate eardrums. The screaming just did not stop.
“Aayayaaaayaaaayaaayayaayayaaaaayaaayayaayaayaaa”
An unknown voice in the forest asked: “What the fuck?”
“Ayacayaaycayaccyaacayaaccayaayacaaaycaaayaacayaa”
Dr. Bear stiffened his shoulders. “Should I go outside and check?”
“Naw. This is good for him. I really don’t think he is thinking of OOYMFETAI right now.”
“Aaaaayyyy stepped in a bear trap! Help!!! I am bleeding to death!”
Rabbit patted Dr. Bear on the shoulder. “My friend…” His voice had the sugary, thick consistency of honey laced motor oil. “My friend… Such terrible burden… To have succulent… Succulent, helpless meat outside. Really, it is only a matter of time for poor Toad to join Mr. Pig in heaven. Mr. Pig was practically dead anyway.”
Mr. Fox sighed. “Dead drunk, you mean.”
“Well, yes, that is what I mean. What I mean to say now, to DR. BEAR, not to MR. FOX, is that there is some tasty, fresh carrion outside, just waiting for an opportunistic, pragmatic forest dweller to take advantage of the bounty. It is simply protein mining!”
Dr. Bear drooled. “Succulent… Protein… mining…”
“Yes…. Yes…. Its succulence calls out to you. Do not fear its call, for it is your friend...”
“Aaayayaaaayaaaayaaayyyy am getting weak… Please call an ambulance…”
“Yes – you can hear its tasty goodness through the intervening wood of the Tree. Such tasty goodness!”
“Tasteeee…. Goooodnessssss…..”
Rabbit loomed over the goldfish bowl. He dove inside, feet first, until only his ears extruded from the water. He bent them at a right angle, forming an impromptu periscope, tracking Dr. Bear’s shambling, glassy eyed exit through the doorless doorway. Once the giant ursanoid was gone, he surfaced and exited the fishbowl.
Mr. Fox nodded. “Refreshing?”
“Ayaaayaayaaayaaaayayayayaa Dr. Bear? Thank god you are here!”
“Succulent… Tasteee…. Protein… mining….”
“Oy? What… what are you doing?”
“Yes, very refreshing.” Rabbit examined his reflection in the fishbowl. “Handsome as ever!”
“…Succulent…. Tasteeeeee….. Mmmhmmm…..”
“Aaaaaaaaaaa…………..”