Dear Ms. Bunny,
I have a huge favor to ask.  The next time you get pregnant, which I am sure… will be again very soon (we ALL know how rabbits are)….   I ask you to please, please, PLEASE….. build your little den somewhere away from the house in which I live.

You see, here is the problem.  At least, on THIS morning it was a problem.  At the start of each day…..  I like to work out.  I also meditate,  and stretch….. and use that first hour of the schedule to sort of…. get my Mojo ON for the rest of the day.

So this morning, I opened the sliding glass doors to enjoy the beautiful outdoor air during my routine.  As I was on pushup number eight or so…. I looked over…. and there was my dog Ollie.  But this morning she looked different.  Uhmmmm.  She had a baby bunny in her mouth.    Yep.  I am pretty sure it was one of yours.  I shooed her outside.  But… as luck would have it….. I was just a little late to the party… it seems.

I found three more of your baby bunnies at various locations inside my house.  Yes.  Little, cute, dead surprises everywhere.  Ollie was busy a girl.  I imagine Frances was all a part of this scheme too.

Now, I am sure this is much more upsetting to you than it is to me.  You know… this Ollie the Terminator meets Sarah Conners of the baby bunny world…..   four times over.

So, if you would…. twitch your little whiskers… and pick a better spot for the nursery next time.  I beg of you.  I’ll buy you a bag of carrots if you’ll work with me on this one.  I have a feeling that putting it in the same location will only yield the same outcome.  You see… Ollie has been walking around the house all day… with a pair of sunglasses on… saying “I’ll Be Back.”

Sincerely,
The Terminator’s Mom……  aka Polly the Bunny Lover.

“Common sense is not so common.” – Voltaire