I think dad may have gone crazy. Maybe he’s trying to make up for the unspeakable act of leaving us at the vet for a week. I don’t know. But last night, after feeding us, he sat down outside our enclosure and read us a bedtime story.
Maybe it was because it had rabbits (hares, actually) in it?
I mean, it was a nice story and all (Betsy wasn’t impressed – she’s not the sentimental type) and it did make me sleepy… but still…
Do any other buns’ humans do this sort of weird stuff??