The young boy held onto his yellow bunny. He didn't care for the kind of places his father would take him when his mother was out to work. Today, Peters dad had drove them to a broken down shack at the edge of town. Peter had been here a few times before. Never being allowed to leave the car. Sitting in its interior for hours while his father 'attended to business'. Peter loved his bunny. Its yellow fur his favorite color.The young boy held onto his yellow bunny. He didn't care for the kind of places his father would take him when his mother was out to work. Today, Peters dad had drove them to a broken down shack at the edge of town. Peter had been here a few times before. Never being allowed to leave the car. Sitting in its interior for hours while his father 'attended to business'. Peter loved his bunny. Its yellow fur his favorite color. The same color of the eyes that would come from the darkness with the soft voice. That voice spoke to him now as he slept in the car. It told him of wonders it would show him. How it would play with him. That it loved him. The Bunny and the Eyes.