Well, spring is in the air and the buns are all chummy due to Easter being around the corner. They know what an exciting time this is for the bunnies of the world. Actually, Baby Fwan and I were talking about it over some Irish Coffee last night. Man, Fwannie drinks a lot of coffee, maybe that is why she is always so paranoid?? Anyway, I asked BF how much do bunnies love Easter? She said about as far as she can trust to walk without me trying to pick her up.
After I did some calculations, it turns out that isn't very far, about .0000001 cm actually. So I went back to BF and asked her to tell me why bunnies hate Easter so much. Here is what Bf told me, she is very intelligente by the way, she said to picture being an orphan kid, and that every year there was a holiday where someone came and adopted you into this wonderful family Easter morning, and everyone was so excited to see you and hold you and love you. Everything was just so damn chipper.
Then the following morning, as soon as you ask to use the toilet, they freak the hell out, tell you that you are way too much trouble than you're worth, and drive you out to the nearest ditch, and dump you in the woods. Now you are freezing, homeless, familyless, couchless, and in a way worse predicament than living at the orphanage. Now tell me, would you be so darn excited the next time Easter rolled around? I said yes, and Baby Fwan told me that I was an idiot. I told Baby Fwan that I was just being Devil's Advocate, and she asked me if that was the same thing as Deviled Eggs. Of course, I told her the truth: absolutely.
So to cheer the buns up, I am leaving some treats around the house, little plastic eggs with single servings of couch stuffing for BF. In Thumper's eggs I am leaving notes that say, "For prize, see Fran", that should get some good arguments going.