...Or should I say, ever chased a young and sprightly bunny which you are temporarily babysitting and so cannot afford to lose whilst the lawnmower man is attempting to get in the gate to your back yard?Ever grabbed said cute, fluffy bundle from beneath a prickly Black Boy only to have it kick and scratch its way out of your arms in a haze of floating bits of fur? Then, standing to chase after it, soundly cracking your cranium against a branch as you dazedly wave to the gent at the gate and ineffectively point in the direction of the disappearing bunny...
Eventually giving in and just ensuring the bundle of joy does not escape each time the lawnmower man comes in and out the gate with one noisy bit of masculine machinery after another... (Also having warned the manicuring gent not to trim the outer garment of your newly acquired pet which is, by the way, nowhere to be found.)
When the lawnmower man has finally left in a rattling, green blur have you returned to the yard to see said bunny out of hiding and happily relaxing in the garden as if there has been no fuss whatsoever? Dragging your nerves inside and, although it's quite uncharacteristic and you've yet to have lunch, hastily break the seal on a six pack of 'Cowboy' shots, wrench one out and shakily throw it's heavenly, soothing milky and alcoholic contents down your throat?
No?
Well, you know... just wondering...
Said fluffy bundle eating flowers off young seedlings:
Bunny hiding under Black Boy and cranial injuring culprit above:
ho ho *hic* ho...
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