Sunday, September 1, 2013
An Open Letter To A Bunny Rabbit
I don't even know if you are a bunny or a bunnette. I don't know how to tell a girl rabbit from a boy rabbit. I never had a pet rabbit growing up and don't recall ever wanting one. Seems I have one now and it happened so quick I don't know how it happened. Maybe it's because I see you in the same cirmcumference. Just a circle including the farm house,cowpens, grain tank, stock tank, and lots of cactus plants. Okay rabbit! I made a special trip to Walmart to buy some rabbit pellets. I paid over $5.00 for a small package and I don't even know if you like them. I'll bet you've never ate them but I would think if tame rabbits like them why wouldn't you? Now about the banana peelings I left yesterday. Don't laugh, I told you I don't know anything about rabbits. If you didn't eat them I will know not to leave anymore of that for you. Don't think you're on Welfare either, you still have to search for some of your food, but I know it's dry and hot so I'll dole out these little pellets. I'll leave them in the little clear plastic plate with a rock to keep it from blowing away. Now if you will please quit knibbing on the renter's watermelon vines and other stuff they plant in the front yard maybe they won't shoot you. I'm giving them hints we don't like to kill wild animals on the place so come on we can do this together. I even think I want a pet rabbit, a wild one.