First chapter or something.

     It was a dark dark night. The wind was strong and the rain was quite strong as well. It was generally fairly nasty. Not the sort of weather the you would typically go for a stroll in. But alas, a young, troubled soul was strutting her stuff down Butternut squash road. She wasn't even wearing a cagoule. What a mental. Sky juice trickled down her bland face. Droplets slid down her bland forehead and over her bland nose. If water could think, it would be glad when it finally fell from her bland chin. But water doesn't think - don't be silly.
     Something happened.
     The girl approached Butternut castle with relative ease. Let's be honest, she had fully functioning legs and the floor was pretty floor-like. Did you know that most human females can walk?
     At the top of the castle, in one of those bits that look like this:was a sombrero. A dark silhouetted figure was wearing it - of course. The girl was pretty unobservant however, and didn't notice this guy - which basically renders his entire being pointless.

     Oh look. A bunny. How about we now tell the story from the bunny's point of view. It would be far more interesting.

     Things what the bunny done.

     "Hey, I'm a bunny. Look at me. Aren't I just so God damn adorable? Look at my floppy ears, and my little fluffy tail. Isn't it just so cute the way my whiskers twitch back and forth? Hey look. Some grass. The wind is strong and so is the rain. Thank goodness I wore my cagougle. I wouldn't be caught dead in thi..." 

     - Oh. Would you look at that. The bunny has been savagely mauled to death by Mr. Phillipson, the local fox. It would be a shame but bunnies don't actually write stories so none of that actually happened.