This was the scene one Sunday Morning in June on Houston Street. What led up to this tragic end? I’ve got a few theories:

• NYU student has an “Ah-ha moment”: If she ever wants to have sex she needs to get rid of her old pal Rainbow, as his presence taking up the whole bed seems to be a deal breaker.
• The Velveteen Rabbit lies.
• Bed bugs.

What’s your theory?