When my husband was a small child, there was a tree that banged against the house during storms. His father told him that the noise was made by "killer, man-eating rabbits" living in the attic. He became terrified of the idea of bunnies, but none of the adults in the family realized to what extent. Later that summer, they were on a canoe trip and his older brother announced they were approaching the "rapids." He went into hysterics and tried to walk on water out of that canoe to run away from the "rabbits."
Our long-running joke is that bunnies are vicious, dangerous, and the source of all evil in the world. I've had lots of fun leaving toy bunnies under his pillow and in other unexpected spots. One line, "It was bunnies," sets us both into hysterics... to the great confusion of anyone who isn't in on the backstory.
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