5 Bad Bunny

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Bad BUNNY IF YOU HAD ONE of the world's worst owners, you might become one of the world's worst pets. That was the fate of a fluffy white rabbit called Houdini. She was named after the greatest magician of all time, Harry Houdini. Unfortunately, Houdini belonged to the direst

magician of all time, the Great Fiasco (although his real name was Colin). The Great Fiasco was a shambles of a man, who looked as if he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. He had a long, straggly moustache and wore a shiny purple suit, which gave him the appearance of a star in show business. Underneath the suit, he wore an old string vest, which rather shattered the illusion. Like most children's entertainers, the Great Fiasco HATED children. The magician could be guaranteed to ruin any kid's party. By the end of every Fiasco performance, the birthday boy or girl would be in floods of tears, as the Great Fiasco would: ...slurp up all the jelly and ice cream. GURGLE!

...snatch one of the grown-ups' watches to perform a disappearing trick and then never make it reappear... SWIPE! ...scratch his bottom with his magic wand, then tap children on the head with it... SCRATCH! ...hand the birthday boy or girl too many of his special gas-filled balloons so they would fly away... WHOOSH! ...perform the famous magic trick of sawing a person in half- and then completely forget how to make it magic... "ARGH!"

...sneeze while shuffling a pack of cards, then ask a child "to pick a card" when every single one was coated in snot... "ATISHOO!" ...and, worst of all, Fiasco would YANK Houdini out of his top hat... "YELP!" For the Great Fiasco, the rabbit was just another prop. After racing home from that day's party on his purple motorcycle with Houdini in the sidecar, he would shove the rabbit back into her battered old hutch. The hutch was dark, cold and damp, having been wedged under the Great Fiasco's caravan for years. The Great Fiasco would ram a mouldy old carrot through the wire for the rabbit's dinner. "There you go, you mangy old beast!" he'd shout. "Now, I don't want you waking me up in the middle of the night with your yelping! I don't care if the foxes come back! The Great Fiasco needs his beauty sleep!"

The foxes roamed the caravan park every single night. Foxes love nothing more than a nice juicy rabbit. But, paw as they might at the rabbit's cage, they just couldn't break in. Houdini would cower at the back, wishing she could make herself disappear. Our story begins one Saturday afternoon, when the Great Fiasco had been booked to perform at another child's birthday party. Despite how awful he was, the magician did get work, as he was the cheapest children's entertainer in town. As was his way, Fiasco woke up hideously late and in a vile temper. The magician had