Bunnytime
Cowering bunny, come out from behind that rock. Let’s play some Scrabble and eat lettuce and play all those reindeer games. An amazing time will be had by all.
The only issue might be gangsta rap. I know that bunny rabbits love their gangsta rap, but that would violate the terms of my lease. I like to make rabbits happy, but not at the expense of being kicked out onto the street. Come on bunny dude, have some heart!
Ow, I didn’t mean that literally. Please stop gnawing on my heart.
Thank you. Yes, I can see how some rap would have greatly improved your human eating experience, but I’m still going to have to say no. My landlord is still a little on edge from the Dave Matthews Band CD that I accidentally played last week. I begged for his forgiveness and was able to keep both my life and my lease, but I’m officially on notice. Warned, if you will. On notice, if you won’t.
So there you have it: my rules for bunnytime. I’m afraid they are non-negotiable and my lawyers will prosecute violations to the fullest extent of bunnylaw.
Sign here if you agree, and we will commence with our spontaneous bunny games. Otherwise, I must wish you a good bunnyday, and we will go our separate bunnyways.