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Laura the Bunsnuggler
So here are my two floppy-eared overlords, Rose and Merlin. They are brothers. Rose is not ashamed of his name, as long as you don't tease him about it.
:happyrabbit:
This is Rose. He is a solidly-built bunny, endowed with the hind legs of a bunny pro footballer. If you try to pick him up, he will kick and not stop until you are in shreds. He has exceptionally luxuriant, fairylike, flufftastic fur, but threats to turn him into an expensive fur coat for rich old ladies do not stop him from snacking on our wall skirting. He knows he can just kick the living ****e out of us if we try.
This is Merlin. He is a little runt, but he is also Boss of the Universe. Unlike Rose, who will eat anything he finds in front of him, Merlin is super picky about his food and especially, how it is served. Veggies the slightest bit limp? A disdainful sniff. Banana peel instead of the fruit? Get real, peasant. Too much water in the washed fennel greens? Not even gonna acknowledge that.
Pellets in a pile on the floor? While Rose tucks right in, Merlin will literally not touch it unless I sit down, let him hop into my lap, and hand feed him the pellets one by one. You can't expect the Boss of the Universe to forage around on the floor for his dinner like a savage. He will, however, poop all over my lap as I feed him like the devout slave I am.
Piss off, peasant.
:happyrabbit:
This is Rose. He is a solidly-built bunny, endowed with the hind legs of a bunny pro footballer. If you try to pick him up, he will kick and not stop until you are in shreds. He has exceptionally luxuriant, fairylike, flufftastic fur, but threats to turn him into an expensive fur coat for rich old ladies do not stop him from snacking on our wall skirting. He knows he can just kick the living ****e out of us if we try.
This is Merlin. He is a little runt, but he is also Boss of the Universe. Unlike Rose, who will eat anything he finds in front of him, Merlin is super picky about his food and especially, how it is served. Veggies the slightest bit limp? A disdainful sniff. Banana peel instead of the fruit? Get real, peasant. Too much water in the washed fennel greens? Not even gonna acknowledge that.
Pellets in a pile on the floor? While Rose tucks right in, Merlin will literally not touch it unless I sit down, let him hop into my lap, and hand feed him the pellets one by one. You can't expect the Boss of the Universe to forage around on the floor for his dinner like a savage. He will, however, poop all over my lap as I feed him like the devout slave I am.
Piss off, peasant.
