Tyrone lives under the pine trees in our backyard. He's a very angry bunny. Last fall, it seems that a very mean lady (that would be me) harvested what he believed to be "his" garden.
Well, the lady (me again) was very sorry and crocheted him a sweater, hat and socks to make things up to him. It gets very cold here in Michigan.
Tyrone is not happy at all with his new clothes. It seems he's more of a black with red flames kind of guy rather than a stripe-y kind of guy. He also thinks the sweater is lame because it doesn't cover his belly button, and as my husband observed, "Tyrone needs pants."
I caught him in the act of ransacking my spice drawers. If you look closely enough to his outstretched arm you will notice a gesture involving a naughty finger.
He's trying to make off with some of my preserves. He's really a horrible house guest. I want to put him back outside but the kiddies are insistent on trying to convert him into a "good bunny".
The winter cleaning is going-------um, okay. This is what I'm up against folks! The bedrooms of my two oldest children could bring a grown woman to tears. I'm considering closing the doors and using the "forget-about-it" method.