Unidentified plush today seen again today resting his stately selfhood against a utility pole that is prolly charging him 14 kilowatts an hour for the privilege – over on the 200 block of Center Street of tiny town. The homeless situation in Ithaca reached epidemic levels and the wee stuffed ones suffer, too, Mr. Mayor.
This Wascally Wabbit, a bit worse for wear, said he'd recently found his digs at The Jungle destroyed and carted off by savvy Mayors nailing flip-flops into trees -- the kind who think more of potholes as more a nuisance than an escape to another dimension. The Rabbit, Jacques Lapin le Bleu, arrived a little too early for the Easter parade, and apparently miscalculated an afternoon liters with his local plongeurs then cozied up with the fine habitiues of this welcoming street. No one claimed to know him; they never do, you know.
But it's a sorry thing on a Not-so-Good-Friday and we hope this hale fellow well met hopped off to a free compost and avoided an ignominious end. Be kind to Blue Rabbits, they say, you may be entertaining, a sad downhearted creatures with a complex psychi-bio-neural family hang-ups, like Marlene Dietrich had; a blue angel, unawares.