Dad was out for a walk yesterday when he stumbled across one of our rabbit training grounds, where we’re training our rabbit invasion army.
The names of these wild bunnies have, of course, been changed to protect their identity.
This is our crack special operative team, Mr. Rabbit and “Little Dude,” the groundhog demolition expert. They’re part of the first wave that will break into a house and liberate any carrots, treats, or imprisoned bunnies.
Another one of our operatives, code-name “Doormouse,” keeping a close eye on dad & his stupid camera.
When dad tried to escape, he found his path blocked by another operative, call-sign “Silverback.”
When dad tried to edge closer, he was warned to “back off” by our drill sergeant, Mr. Tibbs.
Code-name “Horatio” pauses before breaking out into a practice run.
Naturally, we practice being super-stealthy as well. (We’re like fuzzy little ninjas.) Dad managed to catch one of our operatives getting ready to vanish into the underbrush.
Once again, Mr. Tibbs is keeping a close eye on dad’s behavior. He was very lucky he made it out of here in one piece, actually, but he doesn’t know that. Stupid dad.
Finally, dad gave up and left – under the watchful eyes of our sentries, of course!
I told dad to keep this rabbit army in mind the next time he thinks about not giving me treats.