Looking back on that night, i remember thinking that this whole mess could never be resolved happily. What would become of Bunnicula, my new friend, who was suffering from starvation? And what of chester, my old friend, who seemed to have flipped his lid and, if you'll pardon the expression, was in the doghouse with the Monroe? Of far greater concern at that time, of course, was my own future, for on that night all that consumed my thought was the fear of the next day's injection! It all seemed hopeless indeed.
But looking back on the next day, i can tell you that happy endings are possible, even in situations aa fraught with complications as this one was.
Early the next morning, we all piled into the car, some of us with greater reluctance than others, and trundled off to the vet. And by afternoon, we were on our way to solving our problems.
The vet worked everything our very nicely. He discovered that Bunnicula was suffering from extreme hunger. Rather than jar his fragile stomach with solid food, the doctor decided he should be put on a liquid diet until he got better. So Bunnicula was immediately given some carrot juice, which he drank eagerly. After he finished, he looked over at me with a great grin on his face and winked.