Today dad picked me up and carried me to mummy, who was smiling in a way I didn’t like.
Turns out, I had good reason to be suspicious of her motives – just look!
Turns out she’d bought some little costumes at the store.
I don’t like this.
I will make you suffer for this indignity.
Eventually dad brought Gus into the party. Misery loves company, after all.
Gus didn’t understand it any more than I did.
I don’t think the crown fit him very well, either.
Bunnies should not be dressed up!
This is just silly mummy, take it off!
No, wait, that’s not what I meant!!
I wonder if it’d be OK if I took a flying leap off this table…
I don’t need no stinkin’ crown to know I’m the boss around here!
Gus did not like the implications made by this costume.
This is just not right.
After that, mum took the clothes off of us and dad helped her put us back down on the ground. Fortunately, the whole ordeal didn’t take more than a few minutes… but it was still degrading in a way that bunnies should not be subjected to.
I’ll have to think of something particularly valuable to chew on tonight to make up for this injustice.