Rabs - An Easter Murder Mystery

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SifuPhil

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
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Pennsylvania, USA
He lay on the filthy kitchen floor, his ears and one eye missing.

I pulled the unlit Lucky from my mouth and bent down to get a closer look. He was dark-skinned but I could see where the bite marks were.

"Has anyone touched anything here?" I asked no one in particular.

"No, Detective Hopper, just the usual shots and dusting for prints". That curled my lips and put the hate into me. "Any ID?" I growled.

"His name was Rabs, he weighed 16 ounces and stood 11" tall. That's all we got so far", the patrolman said, then dashed out to lose his lunch.

It was a gory scene, all right. I could see the chocolate splatters on the wall - he hadn't gone down easy, the poor bunny. Some fancy, shiny wrapping paper lay ripped near his feet, and a gay pink ribbon was curly-cued on the floor.

I had to find the &%^#$ that did this, before the entire city got into a panic ... I had to stop by Jelly Belly's place, buy him an egg creme and palaver a bit.
 
The great bunny detective and her fox..Tally...ho!
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I hooped down to The Bunny Hutch to find Jelly Belly, aka "The Fat Man". I knew he'd be there, stuffing his face with jelly beans and washing them down with Welch's grape juice.

"Ah, Rick, join me, won't you?" the Fat Man's basso profundo voice rolled across the club. He was sitting in his little hutch in the usual place, surrounded by several honey bunnies.

"Take the breeze, sisters - we got business" I muttered. The Fat Man looked hurt, but then saw the logic of my order and shooed the girls away.

"You're just in time for the main Peep Show, Rick. Take a load off and try these new Krispy Kreme jelly beans - I think you'll -"

"Cut the sugar-coating, Fat Man. You know why I'm here". I gave him the snake eyes and thrust my jaw forward. He got the message. If there was one thing the Fat Man knew, it was when to shut his trap.

"Rick, my old friend, I hope you don't think I had anything to do with that bunny's demise." Butter cremes wouldn't melt in his mouth, he put on such a great show of innocence.

"I'm just telling you - when I find who did this, they're finished. No due process, no trial - just an execution with a .45". My fists were balled up now, and Jelly saw that.

"Of course, of course, Rick" he whispered. "Perhaps Signor Tutti-Fruitti may have some information for you". Saying this, he looked over my shoulder. I turned to see Tutti-Fruitti, a little rat-faced man with a mincing step, coming up to the table.

"Mr. Hopper, so good to see you again. You must please excuse me, but it seems I have a small problem with the local constabulary and I cannot stay long" ...
 
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