Nope. Not at all. Not plotting anything. Nuh-uh.
Just an ordinary meeting between two bunnies here, nothing remarkable or notable to see… just move along.
So, recently I’ve been trying out a new place to take my afternoon naps.
What? I don’t think there is anything wrong with this location – although dad was rather surprised.
Actually, surprising dad was kind of the point of this exercise. I like to keep him on his toes.
This position in particular really confused dad.
Or, in other words: Mission Accomplished.
There is absolutely nothing to see here, and the bunny in this picture is not at all up to anything bad, nor is she thinking about chewing the carpet, the legs of your chairs, or anything else.
Also we have obscured the identity of this bunny so you have no idea who it is.
Any resemblance to any other bunny in this household is purely coincidental.
Dad (and mum) say we beg for treats too much. But they’re wrong – we don’t beg for treats… we DEMAND treats!
And sometimes, just to liven things up, we make our demands from the other side of the kitchen (to keep mum and dad on their toes).
C’mon dad, put the camera down and give us some treats.
Time to give the bunnies treats, dad.
…You’re… not going to give us treats, are you?
I don’t even know what to say to this. Betsy’s so mad about the lack of treats that she’s thinking about leaving right through the front door. Look what you’ve done to her, dad! All because you didn’t give us treats!
This is a disgrace. I’m out of here….
…No, wait, maybe we’ll have better luck from the other side of the kitchen. Hi dad! Did you miss us? I know it’s only been like 10 seconds, but… GIVE US TREATS!
You tell him, Betsy. Give him… THE STARE.
…The stare isn’t working, is it?
Even Betsy is shocked by this outrageous lack of treats dispensed on our command.
That’s it, dad, you’re in my bad book now. I’m going to ignore you and your stupid camera and just groom myself to take my mind off of how horrible it is that you didn’t give us treats when we demanded it (for the 10th time this morning). Just who do you think you are, anyway?
Dad came by while I was lurking behind the chair in his office. I think he wanted to take a picture of me while I was sleeping, but we can’t let him do what he wants, now, can we?
So I came up to him. After all, maybe he had some treats?
You… DO have treats, right dad?
I disapprove of the lack of treats.
Ugh, what a waste of my time. Next time, you’d better have treats!