Last night pretty late, I was downstairs watching TV while half asleep. Out of nowhere my mom ran down freaked out going “Did you hear that? What the heck was that?”  looked at her funny because I heard nothing. She was like “I heard something thudding down here! It shook my bed!”
My reply: “I heard nothing.”
She thinks about it for a minute. “It sounded like it came from under my bed.”
Me: “Did someone leave your door open? It could have been the bunny.” (he’s not allowed in there)
Mom: “The bunny couldn’t have shaken the bed. And it was too loud… but my trash can was knocked over.”

After calming down, she went back upstairs.

A few minutes later, I hear shuffling around upstaris and “Get the hell out of here! Git! Git!”

A few minutes later… “Rachel, call your stupid bunny!”

My theory: someone left the door open, Frankie got in there. When my dad was snoring, he disliked it. Thump thump thump.