Sinister

Herself was in the store the other day, and spotted a round pink bunny in the Easter-related aisle.  "How cute," she thought.  "Tiny dog would like it."  And Tiny Dog does, gratifyingly, cart it around by the ears and play with it on occasion.

Herself noticed, though, that the round pink bunny takes on a different personality in the evening twilight.  The eyes are not reflective; in the dusk, they are giant round staring sinkholes. She finds it weirdly unsettling.

Frankly, the bunny is a tad sinister.

Oh, dear.