All Hail The Bunny!

The bunny-in-chief tells the other bunnies what to do: gather clover, dig tunnels, whatever. Freeing up a little time for chewing on the azure wing of a Duplo aeroplane. Out there in the world, supposed 'individuals' meander about the pasture, wearing sweaters, satellite high on such vainglorious notions as self-determination, freedom, habeas corpus etcetera. They probably think it makes them happy. But we the rabbits know better; for once you submit to the bunny, once you relinquish all claim to your former existence, everything is suddenly straightforward, effortless, joyful. All hail the bunny!


What could be cuter than a bunny in the laundry basket? Nothing, obviously.

According to Debrett's, the bunny has assumed several identities: baby fluffy, Mr Munchalophagus and Lord Loopenstein, to name but three. When not exercising his duties as a subcultural icon he enjoys brightly coloured plastic objects, the company of rabbits and his good friend Mrs Mouse. He lists his favourite foods as sweet potatoes, carrots and rice cereal, though will only countenance the former in liquidised form.


Mirror, signal, manouever.


It's good to know that Conker isn't at all jealous.