Gemotions

The clatter of dishes became a background symphony of annoyance. "A rabbit?" He couldn't keep the incredulity from his tone. He felt the familiar knot in his stomach tightening with each passing second.

He pointedly ignored her excited chatter, busying himself with meticulously wiping down the countertop. His movements were precise, almost aggressive. The image of fluffy droppings and chewed furniture danced in his mind.

She was oblivious, already researching breeds and hutch designs. He wanted to scream. He wanted the entire thing to simply disappear. The sheer injustice of it all fueled his inner unrest.