A museum with so many doors, so many halls, so many windows, only holds one piece.

Apparently this one piece deserves this whole building. I can’t think of anything that would be worthy of all this, but everyone says it’s worth seeing. So I’m here.

The second I walk in amazement comes over me just from the sight of the museum itself.

I have yet to see the piece that is showcased. But there’s meant to be a whole story that goes with it.

I finally reach it, the white pillar with the clear glass box covering a singular dagger. Covered in blood…

What- This is the breathtaking piece? I walk over to the framed, fine print. The story reads..

“The great Fox killed his bestfriend on the night of Halloween.

October 31st, 1903, marked the day of the bunny’s extinction.

The great Fox felt that if all foxes were going to be seen as sly and untrustworthy, then why not be anything other than that.

So, that night, the great Fox killed his best friend, the small Bunny.

Turning on his best friend, that was the most unexpected thing he could do.

The great Fox lived to be 203 years old. He killed himself, Halloween night, 2003

Rather than being the expected, living his life to the fullest as a sly untrustworthy fox. He killed himself, one hundred years later, out of pure regret.”

I blink in confusion. The great Fox? This is the knife THE great Fox used? To kill himself, and to kill the last bunny. I remember being told this story when I was younger. It used to be my favorite, it showed that regret could be stronger than any emotion.

I changed my mind. This piece is definitely worth an entire museum.

*A twist on Nick Wild and Judy Hops. 😳*