There I was, walking down the sidewalk, when --
|"Hey! What's that!?!?"|
Right there! About 7-8 feet in from the sidewalk, on the ground, right out there for all the world to see/smell/hear/sense/trytomesswith. Let's get closer.
It's a bunny! At first, I was really happy - I love bunnies! I like to commune with them and just hang out and stuff. (As many of you know, when God was giving out Siberian traits, I messed up and stood in the "play drive" line instead of the "prey drive" line. Oops.) But then I thought, if I'm on a 6-foot leash and, with Mom standing on the sidewalk, I can get this close:
|"Ha roo, neigh-bunny. I'm Zim!"|
Maybe Mom can have a discrete, kind, diplomatic conversation with the bipeds over there before the cold weather comes. On the ground, out in the open is no place for a little domestic bunny!