I have spotted an opportunity for baby bunnies to exist. I have seen the flashing neon sign, alternating between “Single & Available” and two hearts overlapping as one. I smell sweet love in the air.
The two suitors don’t know it yet, but I have *evil* plans. Recently, I found out that a colleague of mine has a rabbit, and not just a rabbit, a female rabbit! And not just a female rabbit, a FEMALE ANGORA RABBIT!!!!
She’s brown like Lump and a cutie (though Rach thinks she’s on the hairy side). Look at this picture I stole off the owner and judge for yourself:
Her name’s Raisin. I like her eyes—they look so much more gentle compared to Lump’s ‘how-can-I-outsmart-my-owner’ look (and is that mauve mascara?). Given a male bunny’s natural stamina, I guess he’s also distressed that he’s still a virgin.
Now I’ve only got to convince Raisin’s owner that both rabbits would totally dig a romantic evening out frollicking in some garden, and that depriving them of that would be a devastatingly cruel act against the laws of love. Hmmmmrrrmph.