Bunnies

Don’t tell Hugh Hefner, but our friends the Japanese have revived the concept of the “bunny club.”  Only this time, the bunnies are real, and customers pay a fee to pet and fondle them — something you could never do at the old bunny clubs (and I have the restraining orders to prove it).

I’ll have the cottontail special with carrot juice, Kimber R.

I hate math

I hate sciences

I’m majoring in naps

You get a ‘Z’ grade, Sae K.

Unfortunately, they realized too late that Farmer Ted had duped them once again. In hindsight, his suggestion did seem odd; and playing Twister over an empty bowl proved to be very foolish, indeed.

Farmer Ted will pay, Julie D.

Mr. White: Honey, I’m going to bed. [hops up stairs]

Are you coming? Bring me a carrot juice?

Sender-Inner Jessica’s last name is ‘Fu’. That’s an excellent last name for a bunny (fu fu.)

Bunnies have the f strangest muzzlepowshe action. It’s like their top lip works as two separate units. Their tongues can hold one lip side up and just stay there. It also looks like their teeth couldn’t all possibly all fit in there. What’s the deal?

Photos by Sender-Inner Siegfried M.

[old-timey typewriter sound] We interrupt you regularly-scheduled Caturday to bring you an important news bulletin. The Naugahyde Napper is in the vicinity, armed with rabbit’s feet and considered mostly dangerous. Unless of course, he falls asleep.

Vivian F. keep the children indoors until this blows over.