Bunny Cage
Written: September 1, 2003
As one of my very good friends noticed, upon proofing and critiquing another story, I tend to write about things that are going on in my world at the moment. When I wrote this, it was county fair time in the Midwest. I'm lucky in that I'm only a good forty-five minutes away from three county fairs and my wife and I generally try to take in two of the three every year. She likes the midway and the horses, but I hark back to my youth, showing rabbits and chickens and pigs and goats at the 4-H competitions during the fair. We raised New Zealand White rabbits and I won Champion of Breed and Reserve Grand Champion Overall one of the first years I showed (due in large part to the quality of the the blood line that I bought as my starting stock). So many days and nights were spent in the bunny tent at our county fair, making sure our rabbits were fed and watered and that some little shithead kid hadn't stuffed cotton candy in their cages.
The idea for this story comes from just the ambience of the bunny tent. It's usually off on the animal side of the fair and usually is just a tent - the big livestock get the permanent barns, the horses and cows and pigs. I would look down the endless rows of cages, inside of which sat, as far from the little doors and hands that grabbed as possible, these stupid animals who only knew how to eat, shit, and sleep, with the occasional sexual foray when it was time for breeding. My devious little mind wondered what a girl would do if she were in the same circumstances - only, she's not a stupid animal (and I'm not going to make any snide comments here, ladies - I think in many respects that if stupid animal awards applied to humans, the male gender would be reigning champs). Add in a little, non-consensual kidnapping, a little first time tied (a huge button for me) and you have Bunny Cage.
Enjoy!
Toran