Crimson Crosser

Once was a grumpy rabbit, his name was Rusty. Rusty had a floppy ear and a scary stare. But he was really sad inside. Every day, he crossed a road with crimson puddles. Not blood, just rum-soaked tomatoes from a truck that tipped over.

Rusty hopped and splashed, saying, "Red is my color, I am King of Mess!" His friends giggled and hopped with him, till they realized red was not clean or sweet.

You can meet Rusty, click here: Belligerent Bunny or Lane of Tomatoes

Rusty whispered, "Tell the color to stop," but the color never listened. Sometimes it was nice to be naughty.