ATTACK OF THE FUZZY BUNNIES

This was published in Creative Expressions for 2018.  I'm astounded that I hadn't mentioned it in one of my blog entries, because I love the story... and it is true.

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Being a government computer programmer is a very stressful job. As a manager of government computer programmers I had to constantly think of ways to keep them from being bored or depressed.  One way I did that was to play tricks on them.  Some of these tricks worked; some did not.  Here is one that worked.

At a Carroll County auction, I purchased a large cardboard container of stuffed fuzzy bunnies.  These were rejects from a company that made novelty coin banks. Each bunny was four inches high and had a nice brown fur coat. I counted 200 of them in the box, but there were many more. I paid the grand total of one dollar for the bunch.

I decided to use the bunnies to fool my programmers. My plan was to make bunnies mysteriously appear in their lunch area on a regular basis.

Here is how it worked.  I arrived early, long before anyone else,, carrying my "bunny bag." I deposited bunnies on the luncheon table in this order:

Week One: Monday - one bunny

                   Tuesday - two bunnies

                   Wednesday - three bunnies

                   Thursday - four bunnies

                   Friday - five bunnies

Week Two:   Monday - six bunnies

                     Tuesday - seven bunnies

                     Wednesday - eight bunnies

                     Thursday - nine bunnies

                     Friday - ten bunnies

At the end of two weeks, the luncheon table had accumulated 120 fuzzy bunnies and my programmers had been busy making charts and selling lottery tickets as they tried to determine when and how many more bunnies would make an appearance.

I decided to take a week off and think about how to continue.  As I contemplated the pile of brown creatures overflowing the table, I decided to count them. I counted only 110. Ten were missing!  The next day I counted again.  Nine more were missing! And so it continued until all were gone in the order in which they appeared.

Over the years I never found anyone who figured out where the bunny attack came from, and I never found out who went along with the gag and counteracted the attack.

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However, on sober reflection, I'm convinced that my fellow jokester was my ace programmer, Lloyd Hess. I think that Lloyd enjoyed the action as much as I did.

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Go, and be a friend to a fuzzy bunny.