Besides bar hopping and playing Polish Yahtzee with the bunnies, one of my favorite past times is plucking Frannie feathers. In case you don't know what those are, and why would you, some bunnies get their hair follicles clogged up with dry skin or whatever, and they push out of the skin and stick out. When you pluck them, it is like a bouquet of flowers (don't smell as nice though), a bundle of hairs with a staple around the bottom. Sometimes I use them for my painting by numbers. Anyway, here is a bad picture of one that I took for you:
Anyway, it is clear enough for you to get an idea of what I am talking about. Aren't they so cool? I swear, it is like an addiction, if I don't pluck at least 5 feathers a day I start to break out in cold sweats, I start to get desperate. When that happens, I start stealing from relatives to finance my habit. Anyway, that is a painful story, one that Fran would like to forget I am sure.
One thing that really bothered me though, recently a Scandinavian Midget Geneticist discovered that plucking Frannie feathers has a direct link to morbid obesity in bunny rabbits. OMG! Poor fat Frannie! No wonder why she has such a big rumpus! All because of my damn feather plucking addiction. Well, they say you always hurt the ones you love the most.