All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
I would SO sneak up behind these two for a sneaky snorgle attack! Hoppy Halloween, everyBunny!!! Stay safe and eat lots of candy! Or nutriberries!
Little dutchies Kingsley and Keiko went out on Halloween disguised as lops. They visited all the neighborhood warrens, shouting "Trick or Treat!" and all the grown-up rabbits oohed and aahed and laughed over their clever costumes.When they got home they eagerly opened their bags, only to find, along with a trove of banana chips and baby carrots, some joker had slipped in several hoomins. Naturally, they moved in to give the hoomin a nip, but their mother chided "Never accept or nip an unwrapped hoomin!" and tossed the hoomin out.
Time and time again, Furbeast, this advice has proven wise, for all creatures.
The Innocence of the Bunns.
Couldn't help a sigh of "awwww" when i saw these two cuties
Good point, Furbeast! A bun never knows where a hoomin's been or what it has been doing. Goodness knows how dirty or nasty it might be! Stay on the safe side and just throw it out.
It might be fun to poke it with a stick first, though. Even throw firecrackers at it! FUN! Nasty tricksy hoomansis...isn't that right, Precious!
BB, I just so happen to be rewatching the Lord of the Rings Trilogy extended edition as we speak!Can't help but notice hoomins are the scruffiest, worst dressed beings in all of Middle Earth. Wizards, Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, heck, even the Ring Wraiths pay more attention to grooming than hoomins. Somebun needs to tell them to wash their paws and ears!
"What does a bun have to do to get served in this place?! Are we invisible?!Is that barkeep congenitally stoopid, or has it been practising?OI! HOOMIN! two double-Carrotinis, and two plates of parsley salad! OVER HERE! AND MAKE IT SNAPPEH!"
Hooray! That's our guy Fleetie! Our Latinist, our scientist, our Bunnyist! Helping the rest of the beans as we struggle to grasp the tortured suffering of the bunny confronted with, well, confronted with us. It is an indictment and an invitation to each and every bean among us to examine all the permutations, some perhaps unique to us, in search of an answer to the age old yet ever new question, "Why is my bunn disapproving of me today?"
This really is the most pathos filled photo I recall. The prosecution and the defense have approached the bar? bench? to question the presiding judge about the competency of the bean malefactor.
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