Dwarf rabbit, that is.
My (not so) little Dodo turned 8 today, and chose as her present a tiny black dwarf rabbit. I suggested we name him after one of Snow White's dwarfs, but Dodo said this was "lame".
She named him Narcissus because she said that when he was hopping around her room for the first time he hopped over to the mirror and tried to sniff it. She said this means "he fell in love with his reflection and wanted to make babies".
Let's hope not.
We had quite enough of that hanky-panky before Rosey got married to Evil Veela, had babies, tried to have more babies immidiately after their birth, and promptly got fixed.
Before all that, Rosey "fell in love" and tried to "make babies" with my calf, my shoulder, and Ugha's stuffed giraffe.
The poor deluded thing. I can understand he couldn't possibly avoid falling in love with me. but didn't he realize I only mate with men who do not eat their own feces?
Or at least I try to, anyhow.
~EH
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