Chapter 3
From behind a tree, Marco watches as Reiner
intimidates the astronaut sheep.
"Gimme your tickets right now, or
I’m gonna kick your meek little
sheep butt." Reiner says shoving the smaller animal.
"Ow! Cut it out, Gideon!"
"Baa-baa. What’re ya gonna do, cry?"
Reiner says as he swipes the fair tickets.
"Hey!"
Marco charges toward the danger.
"You heard her. Cut it out." Marco continues.
Reiner turns. There’s Marco, projecting the image of a tiny
Clint Eastwood.
"Nice costume, loser. What crazy
world are you living in where you
think a bunny could be a cop?"
"Kindly return my friends’ tickets." Marco replies ignoring the insult.
Reiner pats the tickets in his pocket.
"Come and get ‘em.... But watch out,
‘cause I’m a fox-- and like you
said in your dumb little stage
play, us predators used to eat
prey. And that killer instinct’s
still in our Dunnahh."
"Uh, I’m pretty much sure it’s
pronounced D-N-A." The sweaty wold henchman replied.
"Don’t tell me what I know, Bert." Reiner said shoving him back slightly.
"You don’t scare me, Reiner." Marco says standing tall.
Reiner shoves Marco. Hard. He falls. The other prey animals
flee to safety behind a nearby tree, leaving him to face the
thugs alone.
"You scared now?" Reiner snarls.
Marco starts to tear up. His nose starts to twitch.
"Lookit his nose twitch. He is
scared!" Bert points out laughing and pointing.
"Cry little baby bunny. Cry, cry --" Reiner says but
suddenly-- BAM! Marco kicks Reiner in the face with his hind
legs. He stumbles back, then checks his lip for blood.
"Oh, you don’t know when to quit, do
ya?"
He unsheathes his claws like a switchblade, then slaps him,
drawing blood from him cheek. He cowers, as do his scared
friends behind the tree.
"I want you to remember this moment--
the next time you think you will
ever be anything more than just a
stupid, carrot farming dumb bunny." Reiner says holding Marco's head
down.
Reiner and Bert head off, laughing and high-fiving. The
prey animals run back over to Marco, who wipes the blood from
his cheek. He fights tears, defeated.
"That looks bad." The male sheep says looking at his cheek.
"Are you okay, Marco?"
"Yeah... Yeah, I’m okay."
Marco smiles and then whips out the tickets as he gets up.
"Here you go."
"Wow! You got our tickets!" The black sheep said cheering.
"You’re awesome, Marco!" The white sheep remarks.
"Yeah! That Reiner Braun doesn’t know
what he’s talkin’ ‘bout." The black sheep says.
"Well, he was right about one
thing..."
Marco picks up the cop hat, and puts it on his head.
"I don’t know when to quit."