A Life Wasted

First, there were the beans.
Cocoa beans stretch langorously in the morning Sun, awaiting the day ahead. They are harvested, roasted, blended.
The beans swim happily in their soup of sweet dark rich brown; swim and shape and solidify. A bunny is born.
A chocolate bunny now, smooth and whole and perfect. Packaged, shipped, lovingly wrapped, bitten.
"AAAAAAHHHHH! MY EARS! O MY GOD O MY GOD O MY GOD MY--wait, I'm hollow? WTF!"
Note what the fudge; chocolate bunnies do not sware.
It is weeks after the easter holiday. Still the bunny sits; hollow space where ears should have been.
"MYYYYY EEEEEEEAAARRRS! HAVE MERCY, FINISH THE JOB! WHAT'S A BUNNY GOTTA DO TO GET A BREAK AROUND HERE? EAT ME!"

Citrus Love

Picture It.
Two glasses, one of water, one of lemonade; where two fat yellow wedges sit.

"Do you want my lemon?"
"No."
"Is there somewhere I can put mine?"

The smiling yellow wedges are placed together on a napkin.

"Awh, they look so happy together."

The lemons snuggle and continue to smile.
A third glass; another lemon. The lemons are for love. The lemons are equal. The lemons smile, snuggle.
Three fat yellow wedges, tangy citrus slices speckled with seads. Three lemon wedges smile, bumpy rind to bumpy rind.