Fluffy The Super Bunny

All Fluffy really wanted was to feel loved, that and access to Farmer McGreggor's garden.

6521’s hearing was superb. “I’m free.”

6521 sniffed her bunny nose, catching the scent of a marauding coyote. “Just my luck.” She didn’t think of herself as a test rabbit gone awol. Living in a cage had been the mistaken plan of the DNA research lab. Fluffy, as she’d always called herself, wiggled her nose and twisted her ears like they were sensitive antennas. “Almost there, and this had to happen.”

Being fed on a diet of dry pellets had only made her garden appetite stronger. “Good. Mr. Coyote is keeping to the trail.” She could stop hiding under the thorn bush.

Her journey here had been hard and long. First there had been the storm. “Sure it put the lights and electricity out, unlocking my prison, and opening the lab’s doors, but I almost caught pneumonia.” It was the first time she appreciated why people wore clothes. Wet fur clinging to one’s skin was not a habit she wanted to make.

“Then there were the dogs.” She wasn’t the only one fleeing the center. Hungry test dogs thought she would be a tasty dinner. “I’m lucky to be alive.” Her grumbling tummy thought otherwise.

Fluffy felt like she was starving. “Only a little bit further.” At least she didn’t have to endure the research tests and shots any longer. “And they did make me smarter, smart enough to outwit Mr. Coyote.”

Her experiments included shots transforming her brain. Like a human’s, its neuronal structure could grow and twist into folds making more fit in the same space in her head. She became conscious of her past and possible future. Mazes were simple. When the researchers found success, they began making more difficult problems to solve. It hadn’t ended there.

Fluffy thought back to those trying times. “They operated and hooked my brain up to the Internet, used my electrolytes for a bunny battery to keep me connected online, talk about culture shock.” Humans online were trying to breed with each other like rabbits. “Disgusting.”

On the plus side, she had a world of knowledge and newly acquired skills to search it using mind control on Google. That success had almost been her downfall. Fluffy shivered in spite of herself. “To prove their success, they were going to kill me and take my brain apart with before and after pictures. How gross.”

“So I’m a super bunny with a hungry metabolism.” Fluffy licked her lips. She’d used a go-fund-me page to buy near bankrupt McGreggor’s farm and had kept him on as her farmer.

“It had been tricky keeping me as the company pet mascot, when I really was the mind behind the scene.” Fluffy mentally eyed her future with pride. “Fresh organic carrots, lettuce, spinach, kale, and me in my new role as taste test bunny. What a life.”

Fluffy connected mentally with her Google email account and sent a message to McGreggor saying she was on her way and would arrive shortly. Mr. Coyote would make that possible. He was already gnawing and digging at the garden fence, trying to get at the chickens on the other side. Alarmed chickens started cackling as loud as they could.

The noisy diversion enabled Fluffy to get to McGregor's oversized mailbox in front of the house. The postman was just delivering the package confirming Fluffy’s arrival. She waited for the man to leave, untied the string with her teeth and nibbled her way inside.

Fluffy barely had time to nose the packaging somewhat closed when McGregor's daughter, Mandy, came to retrieve the mail and Fluffy along with it.

“Look, Daddy. It’s Fluffy. She’s so cute and soft.”

“Mandy? It’s about time you learned how to take care of a pet. This one is very special. We’re getting paid to keep her happy. I’ll give you an allowance for keeping Fluffy happy.”

“I love you, Fluffy. You are so smart I can’t believe you are a rabbit.” Mandy enjoyed having her pet on her lap as the two played games on the Internet. It was their secret that they chatted back and forth there using Google’s vast array of services, both normal and experimental.

Having a loving human friend treating Fluffy kindly just for being herself instead of researchers treating her like some kind of exotic object was the icing on the cake. It kept her centered. “I’m finally home,” Fluffy thought contentedly. She ate her fresh salad next to Mandy while the girl munched on hers.

While nibbling on a fresh organic carrot, Fluffy sent word online to rebrand the research center as an animal rights international agency doing research to further that end and to fire any worker who refused her retraining program.

Who knew what she’d do online next? Fluffy wanted to be a force for good. There were some pretty sick power players out there doing naughty things. She had found her Garden Of Eden with Mandy. Still, there was an intellectual restlessness within her that could not be denied.

There was that pesky problem in the world causing a mass extinction of so many of her non-human kind. Something ought to really be done about that. “Hmm. It’s almost too late. Big changes must happen now.”

It was a new mental game, nibbling at the online pressure points of human kind causing major droughts, deadly storms, and widespread fire. Who would win, Fuzzy the super bunny or the dark forces playing against her? The world could be such a beautiful garden, if only people wanted it to be.