B^{unny Slippers
by Marina Rubin}

Bernard Frisk was a sweater. you could hear him sweating on the other line as he called every day to inquire, stammering and stuttering if i had found him a suitable position.

i took pity on the poor chap, called in a few favors, placed him as a help desk support virtuoso with an old client at Chase Bank. a couple of months later i got a call from his manager, a compassionate humble man who i sensed was a sweater as well, in a trembling sticky voice he requested if i could possibly when i get a chance speak to Bernard about his attire, he’s been coming to work in bunny slippers, blue and furry, with big protruding ears and buttons for eyes, it’s been disturbing some of the bankers and senior executives Bernard supports. i dialed the looney tunes employee immediately, started screaming what kind of cotton tails bunny hop farm are you running, this is a major bank. in the black vacuum of circuits i heard a familiar whisper i got a terrible foot fungus, nothing fits only bunny slippers are suitable