Bunny Jail

4.00am : Early hours of Day Two inside the "Bunny Jail", Pellets and Hay are given in unlimited quantities but alas my tummy growls for something more.. sweet.. something green. Oh that magically place those hoomens refer to as "The Lawn", even the name just makes me drool! The master hoomen offered a small portion of a carrot as a reward for my good behaviour yesterday but my dreams are consumed with the thought of grass.
Am I obsessed?
Toss a toy here and there, push that noise maker around the cell, flop to one side, flop to the other.. THIS is what my day is being reduced to so far..

9.30am :  Mummy has visited for her Daily Dose of Cloud. The affection was welcomed after a night in the slammer - until she started with that high-pitched voice again. It seems more like punishment to listen to that rather than some sort of "praise".

10.00am : My dreams have come true! They have, they have, they have! After my best attempt at the puppy dog eyes, Mummy caved - free time with a handful of grass! My life is good again!

- Cloud

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