Rabbit rabbit, folks. Yes, me me. Just please stop yoinking out tails off and storing them on a metallic chain, that really isn't cool. I mean, why do humans get all the luck? There we are, sneaking into Farmer Joe's Carrot Village, when *RIP* we turn around and spot some immature little boy, white fur in hand. All of a sudden, a searing pain emanates from the rumpal region, and knowing we took a good BM earlier that day, we know that can't be the case. It also feels rather drafty back there, and we metaphorically smack our heads, knowing another tail has been stolen by the sapiens.
Maybe we could sell you our extra fur at a reasonable price when we're molting, but this is a horrible time of year to be sabotaging the heat in our seat. I mean, the temps are dropping rather quickly lately, and my caboose is not meant to be utilized as an ice maker.We beg you to find another means of luck. Stay away from horseshoes as well - you're making all the horses lose courage. Without courage, how will those stallions jump over cliffs and equestrian-related mascots will lose faith in their respective teams worldwide.
Long story short, do you feel lucky pal? Do you? Happy October!
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