Bunnies, huh?

You asked for it!
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One day, I came home from work, and apparently, someone had left Esther's cage open. Somewhere along the line, she and Wrangler met up.
Wrangler was sitting on our front porch, waiting to show me what he had "found". He had that "look, Mommy, I found you a cute little bunny" look on his face. He was so proud.
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Not ten minutes later, Wrangler was back on the porch with Esther.
Once again, I chucked her down the canyon. We went through this new game of "fetch the bunny" about four times before Wrangler really got his feelings hurt that I was refusing the offer of his generous gift. The last time, he decided he'd bury her himself. He was digging a grand hole in my rose bushes.
Finally, Esther went into a box, in the garage, to await a proper burial when DH got home.
Aren't you sorry you wanted bunny stories?