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Chief Rabe-it. The background story of how this bunny got it's super powers and saved the bunny tribe.
This was going nowhere. The surviving elders choreographed a tribal dance that would cure the rabbit population of the rabies pandemic. More than half of us were already dead and the dance was a waste of time. I’d rather spend my last days doing something worthwhile. Suddenly, the elders began shouting and pointing upward. My mouth foamed with shock (or maybe it was the rabies). A blue comet had fallen from the sky and landed close to the designated ritual grounds. The elder who had replaced the long dead chief roared at us, we were not to go anywhere near the comet and were to continue this useless dance. I paid no attention to the ignorance of the chief and hopped off. The comet created a ditch in the ground and emitted a blue aura. Drawn in by my curiosity, I touched the comet. The comet’s blue glow had disappeared and I saw that I was now the one glowing. By this time the chief and the rest of the rabbits had caught up to me. The chief was foaming in the mouth in anger. He hopped over to me and struck me with his paw. To his surprise, the foam from his mouth was gone. In a few weeks I was appointed chief of the rabbit tribe. I’d say it was well deserved, the savior of the tribe, the cure for rabies, Chief Rabe-it. It has quite the ring to it. There was only one other thing I could have asked for out of this whole ordeal. Foam came out of my mouth as I sighed.
