At Easter time, I got a bunny candle. It was cute and white and looked very life-like despite it's small size. The picture above gives you kindof an idea, though mine was whiter and was sitting in a little tea candle holder thing. I thought it would be amusing to burn (in a perverse way), so I did one day while I was supposed to be doing homework. Jenn and I sat and watched the poor little guy melt into himself. His ears slowly bent backwards and eventually fell off. His head hollowed out and bent forward onto his little outstretched paw. It was a very sad sight. Who makes such horrible things? And why was it so fascinating to burn it? Terrible, just terrible. The little bunny was mangled and almost unrecognizeable by the time I blew out the wick (I couldn't take any more). Following is the picture of what the cute little white bunny rabbit became.