The man in the white and pink bunny costume waited patiently behind the tree on the top of the hill overlooking the grade school. Patience was a virtue, he’d been told, and he’d honed this virtue to a fine point. He had been waiting for hours, and if need be, he could wait for hours more. Time meant little, in the bunny costume. It was more than a mohair and plastic outfit—it was a uniform that meant something. He took it very seriously. Which is why, at three PM exactly, he killed the Boogie Man dead, fulfilling his quest.