My Poor Paws

My, poor, poor paws. I was caught a bit ago by the bunnies, who were determined to accomplish something, and forced onto the map assembly line. I was made to stick the number 5 onto twenty-nine cemetery maps! The only reason they finally let me go, was because they ran out of maps, and were getting a bit concerned about the number of their little stars remaining too. Twenty-nine maps, and of course the bunnies kept insisting I hurry with poking the five onto the maps. I wouldn't be surprised if I don't develop blisters, or possibly irritation on my paws from the glue on those little sticky stars.