A few days ago I sprained my ankle and couldn’t feed the rabbit. He went two days without carrots from me and then I decided I had to feed him. Because my ankle was swollen and black and blue I couldn’t put on shoes so I walked, or hobbled, to the back yard in socks and left the carrots and then came indoors right away; I looked out of the dining room window and the rabbit was there, he must have been watching me leave the carrots for him. My wife said he was “starving” and that he’s dependent on me. I hope not. Well, there you go, I didn’t want to let him down and we're both happy. I mean, the rabbit and I are happy.
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