Carrie was finally settling into her new role as a cartoon bunny, and if she had to be honest with herself, her mother in-law was absolutely right. She felt fantastic. At the size she was, if she was a human, she'd be slow, lethargic, with likely several coronary problems and a cholesterol level that could lube an engine.
But as a cartoon, she experienced none of those things. Because her physique was a natural part of the cartoon. It was there to be comedic, and she had to admit, the possibilities for humor in her gargantuan form were pretty immense. Heh. Immense. Punny.
Dinner and dessert went swimmingly. After the lovely carrot casserole, Jill had brought out several carrot cakes. John and Jack had a slice each, but Carrie and Jill managed to eat much more. Jill downed a cake in one gulp. Carrie managed two.
"Ooooh, boy, I don't know about you, but I am stuffed," John groaned, patting his belly.
"I could snack a bit more," Carrie said with a smirk. "Maybe a nice little footlong fried carrot submarine sandwich with ranch dressing and pickles..."
"Oh, that does sound good," Jill chimed in dreamily.
"Can't even think about f-" Jack shook his head, but was interrupted by a loud, rhythmic knocking on the door. If Carrie wasn't mistaken, it was the only 'Shave and a Haircut' tune.
"Special delivery for a... Mr. and Mrs. Bunny!" came the voice, almost ridiculously falsetto.
"Special delivery? At this time of night?" Carrie asked, confused. It was... well, it was late, that's what it was. Way past normal mail times.
"Augh, it's that darn coyote..." Jill sighed.
"Coyote?!" Carrie gasped. "But coyotes..."
"Yeah. It's a ritual with this guy. Show up, try to trick us with some ridiculous scheme or trap, 'cause he wants to eat us, and fail miserably 'cause he's the cartoon bad guy," John shook his head. "That's how it goes. We always outsmart him."
"Well, it's gonna be different this time," Carrie said, jaw set, as she suddenly stood up from her seat.
"Carrie, what are you...?" John's eyes went wide as he stood up too. "Carrie, you shouldn't... you've never dealt with this guy before!"
"I don't care. I'm a part of this family now too, so I'll get rid of him MY way."
She stomped towards the door, her footsteps heavy and hard, shaking the floor with each step. Stupid coyotes thinking they can just ruin her first new family dinner... she'd show him a thing or two. Or three.
The moment she threw open the door, a burlap sack was tossed over her head. The intent was clearly to snatch her up in the bag and take her away, but... well, this was a bag for a rabbit of John's size. Or Jack's. On Carrie, it didn't even go past her shoulders.
The bag was pulled back, and Carrie glared down at the comparatively small coyote that stood cowering in front of her. He was skinny, wiry, even, with wide, yellow eyes and a cringing posture and expression that just screamed "please don't hurt me".
And then he said it.
"Um... please don't hurt me," he meeped.
"You... interrupted... my family's night." Carrie scowled. John, Jack, and Jill couldn't even see the exchange with Carrie blocking up the whole doorway, but they knew something was going right. John's feeling of worry eased into a confident smile. His wife was awesome.
"I... I was... I wasn't really going to..." the coyote stammered, and before he could get out another word, Carrie's right foot shot out and punted him. He sailed out over the air, his wail fading with distance before he "poofed" away, way out there.
"And that's how you take care of a coyote," Carrie nodded affirmatively in self-satisfaction.