Another Word From The Rabbit


“Seriously,” our pet rabbit said, “you’ve got to let me do something about that plant.”

“Is this like when the `PIP’ button on the remote control was trying to undermine the foundation?”

“And I got to that in time, didn’t I?” He buried his head into his chest-fur. “Don’t see the house falling in on anyone, do you?”

I granted that. “How about the time the keyboard cord was, what was it doing exactly?”

“Someone would trip over that! I saved your life, I bet, and are you even giving me a little credit?”

“This is about me dropping hay on your head, isn’t it? Are you upset about that?”

“How would you feel about someone who dropped bags of doughnuts on your head?” And then he hiccoughed, because somehow we have a pet rabbit who hiccoughs.

Hours later, I still don’t know how I’d answer his question.