Jon munched his carrot. "Ehh... what's up, Karyn?"
"Jon, you're a cartoon rabbit!"
Jon looked at himself. He felt his giant front teeth and long ears, and ran his gloved hand over his grey fur. He was a popular cartoon rabbit, the name of whom he couldn't say, because he was a registered trademark of AOL Time Warner!
"No fair," said Karyn the jester, "why do you get to be the most famous cartoon rabbit ever created, and I'm a generic jester-type?"
"Because, the wishing stone belongs to me." he said, in an uncharacteristic wise-guy voice, munching his carrot and shrugging his eyebrows.
Just then, Jon's cartoon heart began to beat harder. Everyone could tell, because it made a huge conga drum noise and made an imprint in his chest. His tongue wagged out and his ears tangled up in knots.
It was Sarah, walking straight toward him, looking...
