Walking home from school, Eugene and Alyssa took a shortcut through the woods and surprised a bunny.

The creature froze for a long moment, then scurried into the underbrush.

“Do you think bunnies are cute?” Alyssa asked.

“I guess so,” Eugene replied. “Don’t you?”

Alyssa shrugged. “Some guys at school...”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Come on, tell me.”

“It’s just that I sort of overheard them talking about me. One said to the other that I had cute bunnies.

After considering it for a moment, Eugene said, “I guess it just means that you’re cute.”

“Yeah, but what are my bunnies?”

“Your whiskers, of course,” Eugene said.

“Come on, that can’t be right.”

“Well, you do have a very cute bunny sort of nose.”

“You mean like twitchy?”

“No, more like kissable.”

Alyssa punched him in the shoulder.

They’d reached Alyssa’s house. “You want to come in?” she asked. “We could get started on our German vocab.”

A few minutes later they were in the family room sipping Cokes and quizzing each other on the new vocabulary words.

“It’s not my nose,” Alyssa blurted.

“What isn’t?”

“My bunnies. I think they meant either my buns or my breasts.”

“Probably,” Eugene admitted. “You do have really cute buns and breasts.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely.”

“But how do you know? I mean you’ve never actually seen them.”

“Well, I’d like to. But I know anyway.”

“But which do you think it is? Buns or boobs?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No, that wouldn’t make sense.”

“Well, I’d probably have to see for real to really know.”

“That’s what I thought,” Alyssa said.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Why should I be mad at you?”

“For wanting to see your ... your bunnies.”

“No, I’m not mad. And I might even show you.”

“Really?”

Alyssa nodded. “But first you have to show me yours.”

That gave Eugene pause. “Guys don’t have bunnies,” he said.

“Maybe they do,” Alyssa said. “Maybe you should let me be the judge of that.”

“So you want me to...?”

“Strip.”

“Your parents?”

“They won’t be home for at least another hour.”

“You’re sure?”

Alyssa nodded. “So come on, show me your bunnies.”

Eugene undressed.

“You can leave your socks on,” Alyssa said. “Cottontails.”

He left his socks on. Alyssa had him turn around.

“Yeah, your buns aren’t exactly bunny buns,” she observed. “And your chest doesn’t even have any hare on it. Get it? H A R E, hare.”

“Very funny,” Eugene said.

“Now lie down,” Alyssa commanded. “Bunnies don’t stand on their hind legs.”

Eugene lay down.

After some study, Alyssa pulled off her shirt, pushed down her pants and panties, and said, “Your balls do have a touch of bunny in them, I’d say. And with the cutest little bunny nose. Kissable.”