She looked around furtively. All alone except for the iron bars that stood between her and her precious jar of honey. "They think these bars are going to stop me from enjoying the sweetest honey on the face of this earth. Ha!" she thought to herself as she began preparing her ingenious apparatus for siphoning honey: five crazy straws taped together and fixed into a gourd. She reached through the bars with her bent, hook-shaped wire hanger to remove the lid of the honey jar and slowly lowered the open end of the straws to begin sucking the honey out of the jar. As the honey flowed she thought to herself about how delectably sweet this honey would be. It was made by the giant Emperor bees of Waxington, a region known for it's lush flowers and succulent honey. This particular batch of gooey-ness she was after was not typical Emperor honey however. It was specially selected and then refined to be the purest, tastiest honey ever crafted for the king. Now she was just moments away from relishing it's deliciousness. She found herself drooling with delight when she heard footsteps down the hall. "This will have to do," she thought as she quickly gathered up her various honey-thieving tools and of course the King's honey. In a flash she was out the way she came, repelling down the outer wall of the castle down to a rickety boat below held precariously in place by some tall reeds.
Safely floating away from the hard, stone wall she thought to herself, "I can't wait to try this honey back in the sanctuary of my hideout, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try some now." She took a small sip from the gourd. It was everything she had hoped it to be and more. Flavors of love and sweet happiness rushed through her taste buds and into her very essence as euphoric feelings of complete peace and oneness overcame her. "This honey tastes like ecstasy," she mumbled a loud and began downing the remainder of the stolen king's honey. It was about then that she noticed the shining vortex that had opened up down the river in front of her. Pleasant music of harps in harmony began to play around her and an inviting voice beckoned to her from the interdimensional portal, "Come to be. Come to be." "'Come Toby?' What is this?" she thought to herself as her boat drifted closer to the haunting, hovering light. Then the rainbows began shooting out of the rift and showering her in a warm light as indigo fish poured out with a waterfall of rubies and sapphires while her vessel took a life of its own and brought her closer and closer to this strange door to another world. She was close enough to touch it now and reached out to feel the vibrant fish and globular gemstones that were coming out of this vortex. "It tickles like love in my hand." She looked into the shimmering surface of the portal and bravely stepped out of her boat into the glowing unknown and immediately began to fall.
Everything was black. Then a soft spark began to flare and increased in brightness until her surrounding became clear to her in a plain shade of gray. There was nothing here. Nothing except for the ten-foot tall white rabbit that just sat away from her and stared. She looked at it and it looked at her. She couldn't blink or she knew she might very well lose her soul. "Eat the rabbit," boomed a powerful, omniscient voice. She continued the staring match with the furry, ivory-colored monster. "Eat the rabbit," it commanded again. "But the rabbit is my friend," she pleaded whilst not taking her gaze away from the black, soul-sucking eyes of the giant rabbit. "EAT THE RABBIT!" "Well, if you say so," she said as she moved forward and bit off a part of the rabbit's nose. The rabbit didn't move or flinch as melted, brown chocolate began to ooze out of the gaping wound that was becoming his face. She took another bite, "You're quite delicious, Mr. Rabbit, sorry I have to eat you."
"It's okay, I don't mind," the rabbit replied with a low and clumsy voice, "I was planning to eat you, but I guess it's better this way."
"Mr. Rabbit, how could you?" she exclaimed in between mouthfuls of his ear. Her face was smeared with sticky cocoa. As she finished masticating the last morsels of the tail she heard the booming voice again, "Good. Good. Now sleep," and she drifted off to unconsciousness.
She awoke close to noon the next day on the bank of the river. She was lying on her back in some low reeds and her hands ached from where some ants had decided to pinch her while trying to get at the remnants of the sweet honey she'd had on her fingertips earlier the night before. She felt a small weight on her chest and looked down to lock eyes with a bright green frog. It, "Ribbit," then hopped away. She got up, brushed away some of the remaining ants before running to wretch in the river. After rinsing her mouth and washing off some of the stickiness, she regained some composure and poised herself quite boastfully and stated to all the critters about her, "I shall from here forth be the greatest Honey Thief this realm has ever known for I am going to steal the rest of the King's Honey."
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