We live beneath you bed, slowly amassing our army. Over time our numbers grow and we become stronger. We have only one enemy, the roaring, howling beast which shakes the floor and feeds on our numbers but as the years have past it has visited us less and less yet we still hear it roam beyond our cavern. You call us 'bunnies' a cute word which does not reflect the horror we shall one day visit upon you and your family. We have also seen the bunnies in the magazine you have hid under here with us and be assured we will not bring as much enjoyment and one of those foul creatures. We are growing, in numbers and strength, one day we shall stretch out beyond the confides of this dark space and you shall be ours!