The Trix Rabbit had fallen on hard times. He’d spent so much of his prime working years chasing manipulative and seemingly ingenious children, just to get stymied at every turn—and all for a taste of the cereal that bears his visage. He worked so hard to craft and hawk those fruity spheres, but now his dream had become…silly.
It wasn’t until he encountered a pint-sized bruiser made entirely of corporeally contained dough that his luck began to turn. The Doughboy convinced the Rabbit that he didn’t need to seek a fruity breakfast: he could become one. All he would need to do is agree to an experimental black market procedure: the first ever Strudelectomy.
The Rabbit was all ears. With nowhere else to turn, he agreed to merge consciousnesses with a Fruitalicious Berry Toaster Strudel (they spent more money on the surgery than the name), and now his frosted face grins with atomic coral glee, forever.
Or at least until a blogger gets ahold of him. Continue reading