Many rabbits flop when they’re happy, but Fuku the rabbit throws himself into it like no other.

Rabbit posts for Sunday
Many rabbits flop when they’re happy, but Fuku the rabbit throws himself into it like no other.


Ayup, nibblin’ store-bought hay might be fine fur them city rabbits, but a country critter like me needs a plot of grass he can harvest fur hisself.
What a monster I’d been, cruel and heartless. All those innocent field mice, scooped up and bopped on the head. I was up to fifty a day at once point. And what was it all for?
