Roly-Poly Bunny hoppity-hopped along the chocolate SIDEWALK of Jolly Town to the candy-cane tree. In the TREETOP dwelt his friend, Mr. Twitter-Tweet, in a nest of peppermint lollipops.
"Who's that SKULKING around?" Mr. Twitter-Tweet chirped. He shrugged his downy little SHOULDERS. "I'd be SURPRISED if it wasn't Roly-Poly Bunny!" His merry eyes WIDENED. "It is Roly-Poly Bunny!"
"Hello, Mr. Twitter-Tweet!" Roly-Poly Bunny chortled. "Was there ever a BRIGHTER, more COMPLETELY candy-licious day?"
"Roly-Poly, Mrs. Twitter-Tweet left her HANDBAG at Netty Newt's cottage. Will you fetch it?"
Roly-Poly Bunny STIFFENED. "She's such a PICKLE-FACED..."
"Sweet pickle-faced," Mr. Twitter-Tweet corrected. "If you don't, I'll tickle your RIBCAGE until you giggle!"
"Now hop to it!" Mr. Twitter-Tweet ORDERED, and DROPPED his friend a bag of taffy twists.
Roly-Poly laughed and bounced SILENTLY away on his cotton-puff paws.
Then he TOTTERED as a GHOULISH zombie MONSTER sprang forth; moments later Roly-Poly's bloody, dismembered corpse was disappearing through the CREATURE'S STINKING maw.
Evil Editor looked up from my manuscript. "Phew, for a minute there you had me worried, Paul."
--Paul Penna (New Beginning 198)