Prompted by Macaron Bunnies

(Théobroma, a chocolate shop in Tomigaya.)

Walking past the store, I was suddenly reminded of The Runaway Bunny, one of my favorite books as a child.

(From Margaret Wise Brown's The Runaway Bunny.)

I can barely remember the story (a bunny ran away?), but I remember being both charmed and unnerved by the bizareness of the pictures.

My six-year-old mind imploded a bit when I realized that bunnies didn't have to always be cute, they could be other things as well.