This is clearly some sort of computer-generated fakery; I would never sit still and let dad (of all people) pet me!
So, I’m in jail… again. Dad’s got me locked up in my area and isn’t letting me out (except for short and closely supervised time in the morning and evening).
I’m innocent, though! I was framed! It was, uh, some other bunny who peed on the carpet, not me!
What’s that? Mumm said she saw me do it? Right in front of her own eyes? Um… maybe she was hallucinating?
As you can imagine, being locked up like this is very exhausting. I hope I can get out soon!
Dad says he is our slave and has to do all this work in preparing our food for us. (Well, duh, obviously.)
Honestly I don’t see what the problem is – it doesn’t look like much work to me.
Though next time I’d prefer if he put that food in my bowl instead of storing it. In fact, just give it all to me!