If you're wondering what it's like being a bunny, it's sick.
You can lie actually. If it's none of their business. If someone asks if you ate all the hay in the barn, you can tell them no. What are they going to do? They have no evidence. I ate all the evidence. It's none of their business.
It is punk to eat your veggies. It is punk to reject people's unsolicited expectations of you. It is punk to do a sick binky off a brick wall downtown next to a sign that says "no loitering". It is punk to be kind to yourself and others. It is punk to wiggle them ears.
Some days you can hop twice as high. Some days you can't hop at all. It's cool you get to be different kind of hopper.
I spin in a circle. I spin in a circle SO fast. You are impressed.
Sometimes you can spell a word wrong. You can spell "forget" like "froget" and then you get frog.
My feet are good luck apparently?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
The bun does not hurry, yet all the vegetables get eaten.
I ate my bed again. Why does this keep happening to me?
I sure am tired. But definitely NOT from delivering baskets of eggs and candy to kids all over the world in one night.
I keep all my thinks inside my head. I know my head is kinda small, so maybe it seems like I don't have much know. But actually I shrink my thinks down real tiny so a lot of them fit in there. I know so many things.
Happy New Ears! I still have my old ears. I don't know when I get the new ones? Do they just show up in the morning?
If I met an alien, I would twitch my nose at them. Maybe even my ears.
I think the stars probably taste like sprinkles. I want to eat them. But if I did, nobody would be able to enjoy looking at them. So I guess I won’t. At least not for a while.
If you feel a thump thumping in your chest, that’s the little bunny in there. Hopping around.
I’m not trapped at the farmers market with the veggies. The veggies are trapped at this farmers market with me.
I might look cool in hats, but a lot of hats don't have holes for my little ears, and what's the point if I can't hear people telling me how cool I look in the hat?
If you need a dad bun today, I can be your dad bun today. I accept you just as you are and I keep photos of you in my bun wallet to show off to all the other woodland creatures so I can brag about how cool and cute you are.