Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Mocha

Oh give me a home where the bunnyloaf roam.

Thanks, Haley!

7 comments:

Ijon Tichy the Nth said...

... Snurgles Mocha! The wait was so worth it :-)

anonymous said...

Home, home on the range where seldom is heard an encouraging word and...Sorry, that's all I've got.

masterofboots said...

nothing is going to push this solid baby over

Fleetie said...

Mocha looks as though someone is intruding on her/his territory! And that someone is getting disapproved of very hard!

Take another step, and Mocha will unleash kiloBuns of disapproval to drive (or vapourise) the unwelcome one from this patch of land.

If looks could kill.... Oh, wait: They probably can!

Please, please, bunny, don't hurt me no more...

janet2buns said...

"Oh, give me lawn,
Lots of lawn under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in,
Let me binky thru
The wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in."

SixBunnies said...

Oh, gosh. Paradise would be living amongst the bunloaves out on the clover range, ... but they would never accept me into their herd ...

The Fab Furs said...

The disapproval comes
on little bun feet

It sits looking
over prairie and lawn
on silent haunches
and then moves on.