Angry Rabbit

I am not angry! The hare insisted, stomping his foot on my leg. The last time I was kicked this hard was in 1982 in Winipeg. Who said I am angry? He demanded, his face a thunder cloud. I did not dare answer this question to his face or aloud. Not angry at all! He yelled, as he threw a pot through my window. I wanted to get away from him, but he had a devil’s glow. He was between me and the door, so I pretended I was asleep. I am not angry! He insisted. He is my cousin, and a creep.