Hunting wabbits

Out in the forest on a cool, crisp autumn day I ran across a trail that disappeared into a hedge. My curiosity got the better of me and I stooped to see where it went. In the dirt I noticed a trail of candy corn. Not one to let a mystery go unsolved, I started to follow this unusual confectionery into the thick undergrowth. After a few meters the candy disappeared and were replaced by potato chips. After ten minutes the trail burst into a clearing covered in brilliant sunlight. I was unable to pick up the trail of chips as the trail itself had disappeared as well as the chips. In the middle of the clearing was a small lake (or pond) covered with lily pads. On the shore giant cattails swayed in a light breeze. Overhead, clouds billowed cottony white pillows that cast shadows on the ground. I was shocked to see one cloud slowly form itself into a large wabbit. Another cloud became dark and ominous as it formed into the shape of a wifle. All of a sudden I heard a crack and saw a huge bolt of lightning shoot out from the wifle and hit the wabbit. This, needless to say, woke me up with a start and I hit my alarm immediately determined to write all this down before I forgot it. No more banana peach mint chip ice cream smoothies before bedtime.