Pelvic Thrust Bunny

Once upon a time, a young lad was serving his church mission among the beautiful corn fields of Canadia, and he and his mission companion of six weeks were being separated. While packing his belongings, in the quiet seclusion of the extension of the Potter family home along the river, said mission companion bequeathed to the young lad one of his treasured mission heirlooms: Pelvic Thrust Bunny. This was no ordinary wind-up bunny. This one was ingeniously modified to do grander things than merely walk.

Pelvic Thrust Bunny continued with the young lad for the remaining 6 weeks of his mission, and since he did not feel particularly compelled to leave Pelvic Thrust Bunny with his final mission companion, PTB journeyed to the states.

After some time, he was put into a box, but he was not forgotten. Oh, no. Every once in a while the young lad would fondly remember Pelvic Thrust Bunny's antics and dreamed of the day when PTB would be exhumed from his cardboard storage box to once again shake it like a Polaroid.

That day has arrived. I, my friends, was that young lad, and Pelvic Thrust Bunny has been reunited with me upon delivery of my remaining possessions from the storage shed back home. Without further ado, behold the magic of Pelvic Thrust Bunny: