All they do is rant, rant, rant, rant and I just lay here guarding the gateways to bunny heaven. Then I catch their eye and they start to hear themselves. I think it makes me feel safe and relaxed listening to their rantings and they realise that I am just sent to keep an eye on them. Look see I have halo shining in the sunlight.
(It was a geronimo jump practising for the bunny olympics)
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The vet?I can't say I like it either. The best bit is coming back home.
Bunnies are born peacemakers although my lot has been together for hundreds of years so they don't bother arguing. They still know how to tell me off though.
Persuade them to buy you a cushion like mine then every time they look at it the ranting will stop. The picture could be either you or me because we are twins.
Keep the halo polished.
Love, Harvey
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