Fenlay pulled up his sleeves. "Step back, Sire."
Deviran moved to the corner of the balcony and waited. This time multiple jets of blue and pink light shot out of Fenlay's fingers, running down the ranks and files like quicksilver. The light engulfed the parade ground, then as one the troops shuddered.
Deviran gripped the balcony railing. This was It. Finally, finally, his troops would be satisfied. Efficiency would increase a hundred fold, and he could conquer with the unions on his side. Butterflies jumped in his stomach.
Purple light flashed over the parade ground, blinding Deviran.
Strange. He blinked, watching the after images. That looks like a rabbit. The butterflies in his stomach became lead weights.
He stared down at the parade ground. Where his troops had stood, rank and file, all men at attention – now the field was littered with milling, bright pink, disgustingly fluffy, over-sized rabbits.
Deviran turned to Fenlay. "Please, please, explain. And quickly."
Fenlay grinned. "Because it's funny."
Deviran closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Fenlay, tell me you have a better reason than that. Please."
"You want them happy." Deviran heard the shrug in Fenlay's voice. "Much happier as bunnies than as evil troopers. Bunnies are, by nature happy. Troopers, especially of Evil Overlords, are not."
Deviran shot a pained look at Fenlay. What hurt the most, of course, was the sheer truth of the matter. He had, after all, asked Fenlay to make them happy.
"And," Fenlay sniggered, "it's funny."