All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
Oh, but what a final act!
Funny--something tells me Tobey's is the voice of experience.
I couldn't resist the nose ... I would have to touch it! But, those toesies ... the toesies ... nobody could resist touching the toesies! That is certain hoomin death!
Nose, toes--I would probably even have to risk stroking the ears! I surely wouldn't last long with a rabbit.
I know, I know... But what a way to go! So totally worth it. For best results, I suggest ignoring those narrowed slits of eyes, completely disregarding the unmistakeable earwise-signals of ferocity, and not paying attention as razor-sharp claws rip your face off. It's kind of like your Last Meal Before the Execution -- why ruin it by focusing on unpleasantries?
Walk fast. Don't make eye contact.
Perhaps if a hoomin approached with the appropriate amount of humility, eyes downcast, offering treats, maybe, just MAYBE, Tobey would be merciful. But then again maybe not.
Beware. Those ears are signalling a rabbit about to make up his mind
Today is a good day to be Disapproved Of.
beeeeepi went out in a blaze of glory
Ah, a whisper or a bang...? A SNORGLE!!!! I might even tweek his tail. I have never been accused of being overly intelligent. I am a perfect moronic bunny lover. I am an oblivious, cow-eyed and dopey-smiling moron.
Tobey is taunting us, but he doesn't look like he has completely gone over to the dark side. As a matter of fact, that little nose, and, yes, the toes, too, just glisten with bunniness still participating in the light. Let's try not to push him over the edge.
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