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I Was Born To Die
That’s a pretty heavy headline. But it’s true.
Hey, there’s some lettuce … yum, yum, yum, yum!
We all have our purposes, rabbits included. And as my 13 siblings and I continue to approach maturity, the options beyond the rotisserie spit are starting to dwindle.
What’s that? Smells like lavender. Soooooo nice!
It’s a heavy weight, and I’ll carry it to the finish line. But if I can somehow throw it off, I will. This is one rabbit who refuses to go gentle into that good night.
Oooh, there's Warrior Princess. Daaaannnng girl … looking good!
I’ve already escaped twice. Recaptured twice, too. I can’t seem to plan my way beyond the bunny-run perimeter. I get too caught up in the smells, … the sights, … the tastes, … the adventure.
My, it’s nice out. Wow, that cloud looks like one of the cows!
During both escapes I forgot the stakes and simply hopped about enjoying myself. Then, before I knew it, one of the ranch hands was placing me back in the hutch.
You know, this tastes pretty good. It tastes like summer. Or winter. I’m not really sure. Hey, there’s a bird!
I’ll keep trying -- I want to extend the expiration date as long as possible.
Hey Warrior Princess, whatcha doin later?
This whole "life thing" is just too fantastic!