The start of a short-story?

It was noon, and Harold was four hours late for work. Wading through the murky bogs of the Florida Everglades he mused about where things had gone wrong. Had it been his failure to change the bedding of his pregnant rabbit, Floyd? The ammonia fumes from the accumulated urine had killed her and her unborn bunnies, her stiff leporine corpse discovered the next day by his three-year-old nephew Hyundai. The little boy had gone into fits, screaming and spitting, and in his terror at the first grim confrontation with mortality had knocked over the television that had been playing the Lakers/Suns game, and an angry room of Laker fans in Kobe Bryant jerseys set upon the boy, giving him a darn good spanking.