The rabbits decided to stay home from the farmers' market this morning to rest their big feet. I knew I should have been more alarmed by that than I was. It turns out the human that my human was going to visit was actually having a party at some sort of historical place, the kind devoted to the country and farming. I think you can pretty safely guess what happened. This foolish place actually was nutty enough to have a bean display right at the front just as you come in the door. If they do something nutty like that, doesn't that pretty much imply they were asking for what the rabbits did to them?
And in even worse news, would you believe this place dared to have sheep making their home there? Honestly, it's only a short drive away. You would think they would know better. Those poor, poor sheep. They live behind such a pitiful fence too, really more decorative than anything else and certainly low enough for a polar bear to squirm under easily. The bunnies reported seeing those poor sheep running around their pasture rather frantically shortly after they arrived and I fear to find out the cause of why they were running. I didn't think to check to make sure the polar bears didn't sneak out since I thought the rabbits were the real danger. I'm sure they crept out while I was focusing on the bunnies and were chasing those poor sheep with scissors for sheering purposes. It will probably be on the eleven o'clock news tonight.
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