All disapproval, all the time.
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I really don't dare to come close to your cracker...
Crackers are for rabbits.
Um ... no thanks, I'm good.
Never! All crackers are for PUGS!!!
Oh Gee .... guess we'll stick to sticks.
And risk getting my hand taken off at the wrist? NO thank you, Scooter!
Oh, thank you, no. I'm rather partial to my fingers. I'm quite attached to them.
Puts on armored gauntlet and chain mail glove over that, then thinks better of it. Lets bunny have his cracker.
Step right up folks, and try your luck.
Ow, the pain!!!!!!!! I had to take an Oreo cookie back from my rabbit once - and YEOWCH!!!!!!!!!
Um, I think I will let you keep your cracker, Scooter. Now, if it were a banana chip or a grape, it would be a different story.
you have your own blog, birdchick? really?!!! cinnamon never told us!!! i'll have to check it out!and i aint touching that cracker!
I guess maybe Polly don't want no dumb ol' cracker after all.
Scooter looks so soft, I would love to pick him and his cracker up and snuggle them, of course the time I would have to spend in a an intensive care unit might not be worth it.
is that thunder...or the fast approaching rumble of disapproval ?
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