Typical Fairy Tail Ending
One of my bad ending stories I started, but abandoned due to life imitating art with a real life tragedy
while I could have probably saved it, my hearts no longer into it.
Typical fairy tail ending...
"Mark"
the rabbit stirred, and opened his eyes.
"Mark I'm hungry..."
The rabbit grinned a wicked grin at the mass of red and white fur on the bed.
'you are what you eat I suppose' and the fox had looked like it had seen a few too many overstuffed turkeys in his lifetime. it had been more than a year since the fox had lured the rabbit to its den with the intention of fattening him up to eat, but it turned out the fox couldn't cook very well. The rabbit on the other hand could not only cook well, but was used to cooking for the army that was his family. Initially he had plumped up a bit, but the fox's hunger got the better of him and he started taking the lion's share of the meals so of course the rabbit slimmed right down again, the same could not be said of the fox. For such a scrawny canine the rabbit had no idea where he was putting it all, 12 course meals without losing stride and even licking the plates for all four desserts that followed. The rabbits wonder was soon quelled as the fox came to breakfast each morning cradling, then outright carrying his jiggling, expanding gut. The rabbit grinned wickedly at the thought, the fox was supposed to fattening him up, and here the dinner table turned so readily. Mark pulled at the fatted foxes drumstick legs, thighs so thick they were forever pressed together, and pulled him down to the end of the bed.
"You're gonna need a bigger wheelbarrow soon foxy..." he pushed it up to the foxes dangling legs, tossing a rope around the jiggling mass of fur weighing the vulpine pig down. While the fox did hold into the rope with his swollen hand, it was the fact that it was wrapped around his mountainous gut that helped mark pull him upright, causing that gut to roll over and into the wheelbarrow with a tremendous *woomp* leaving his flabby belly button healthily porking out between the skin tight, paper thin tent he called a shirt and the far lip of the wheelbarrow.
"Okay, now ONTO THE FEAST!" he slapped his massive belly and forced himself on top of his enormous turkey legs. Mark cringed at the foxes overeagerness to eat, and while watching the foxes slender body become ruined was fun, he was just eager to find a way to rid himself of the terrific glutton. so he hopped into the kitchen and started making the fox his breakfast, now a buffet and smorgasbord combined worth of fattening sweets and desserts, and hopped off to visit a few woodland denizens leaving the fox to his slow waddle to the kitchen.