Scared of the spotlight.

And the streets choked on their vapors,
and the moon spread its thin smile,
and the trafficked upper airs whistled with the strain,
and the trees blossomed black,
and the small rats talked in whispers and the cabbages grew pale,
and all bowed before Him--sightless, soundless, an orange flame in His hand.

Thus began the reign of Creepy Bunny.