don't be foolish, son!

Well, I am foolish. It's just one of those things you have to get over and move on with your life. 224 million Americans already have.

What I liked most about this particular request was the explanation of why: "because you belong to the bunny-goddess."

I feel all huggy-feely inside. It's such a warm feeling.

I belong to the bunny-goddess. Oooh!

When I am not writing these little pieces I am hop hop hoppin' along in the world of bunny slippers and brer rabbits. My best pal Jack shows me the sights, as we take a hop around the wonderful world of bunnyland. The bunny goddess smiles down on us in the warm glow of the rabbit moon.

You're just jealous! Yeah, I see you eying my rabbit foot. You think it's lucky, eh? Well, I won't let you look at me like I am a piece of meat that tastes like chicken!

Hey Jack, let's get out of here! I don't like the looks on their faces.