My little girl came in crying her eyes out. “Daddy! Daddy! Fluffy is lying still in his hutch. I think he may be dead.”
So I went to have a look. Sure enough he was.
“Daddy, why is his willie sticking out?”
I now regret quipping, “I guess old rabbits die hard.”
The bawling sounds like it could go on all day.
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