Two rabbits sat on their haunches before the daffodil flower.
“That’s the one.” Harry pointed with his paw.
“Lovely!” exclaimed Bonnie.
“I’m going to eat that flower. It’ll be Nirvana!”
The daffodil turned its head to them and said, “Better not, bub. I’ll shoot you with my laser.”
“Haha!” guffawed Harry. “Flowers don’t have lasers.”
“It’s a mutation.”
“Harry,” warned Bonnie.
“Don’t be silly. Lasers got all sorts of blinking techni-nickel bits. He’s bluffing!”
Eventually Bonnie convinced Harry to try the tasty bulbs next door.
After they left, a caterpillar inched towards the daffodil.
Laser light flashed…and the caterpillar burned.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link to many other stories: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/12-february-2016/